List

Let us list things of that evening when the dusk light flooded, through the tree, this wiry man and his woman as they were winnowing for the day, sifting wheat of gold from its powdered chaff, against light-powered wind in a muscular swing of the male arm, an upturned face , their bodies synchronized in an exquisite wheat-dance.

Happiness lay somewhere in this jumble, in this list.

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