The Summer Community In Autumn

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It is bad luck for the branches of a tree to touch the roof of a house. These branches are clawing at the roof, but in those first days when you wake eagerly before seven and are tired by ten, you can sleep through it. And the moderate temperatures don’t hurt: a cold body is often tired enough to sleep through even loud, intermittent noise, the kind that might ordinarily startle you awake. The dog watches the part on the inside of the roof where the branches are bumping and dragging themselves across it, thinking it’s some animal. Then she grows frustrated by something she can hear and not see and falls asleep, out of fatigue or maybe boredom.

Those who are still here, waiting out some definitive sign to leave, like more leaves on the ground than in the trees, still retreat temporarily, if they can, to insulated houses…

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