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It is sweet, sometimes, to hear clichés after long days of trying to say something new.
The trees of the Midwest have not been sufficiently praised. There is a subtle, continuous movement among their leaves that looks like communication. When they huddle together, they seem to surround a shadowy swimming hole, hung all around with rope swings, a hidden launching point only the locals know about.
