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Overcast and cold. When the wind dies down, I hear the nasal calls of nuthatches. The four-year-old tulip tree in my yard has finally lost its last two leaves, but the double-trunked scarlet oak at the woods’ edge clings to its leaves, now a deep burgundy, and if the past is any guide, may hold them for much of the winter. They rattle and hiss.

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