Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping willow — now old and broken , creaking in the breeze — turns slowly, slowly in the winter sun, sweeping the rusty roof of the barn with the pale blue lacework of her shadow.

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Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping willow — now old and broken , creaking in the breeze — turns slowly, slowly in the winter sun, sweeping the rusty roof of the barn with the pale blue lacework of her shadow.

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– Ted Kooser