How do maples display such elegance along a commonplace highway? Weathered wood, so gray, how can such dullness push bright orange, melon, yellow to leaping brightness? A boat, a trailer, camper, tractor, summer table -- why fit so perfectly beneath the majestic canopy of maples? The back bluff, like a stiff spine, how does it lift and hold and steady? Autumn -- how does it stamp away the emptiness from my heart?
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