Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

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At three o’clock, I went out to my back porch to shake out the kitchen rug. Arthur was sitting on his own back steps, a blue ceramic mug in his hand. He was watching the yellow leaves drift down from the birch trees near his workshop. I walked over to the low wire fence that separated our properties.

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