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Sugar Maple

The tree on the ridge had fire in its boughs, sweetness at its core. Someone greedy bled it last March, tapped it 10 times, 15, drained it, sapped it. August’s too early glory has given way to bare grey limbs in the glowing forest. There’s a sweet girl on the ridge with fiery eyes.

 

 

Jennie Bryant.