Outside the water drips from leaf to leaf and comes to the sipping lip's of the Earth. She drinks joyously. The colours are brightening, rich and deep under the wet. The arbutus leaves are new and tender, not finished and done like the others. It has thrown off the old bark of its limbs in crinkly little rolls and under them the new bark is satin smooth, orange and red and green gold. The wasps are drunk.
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