List

Let us list things of that evening when the dusk light flooded, through the tree, this wiry man and woman .

They were winnowing for the day, sifting the wheat of gold from powdered chaff, against light wind in muscular swing of the male arm, and upturned female face, their bodies synchronised in an exquisite wheat-dance.

Happiness lay somewhere in this jumble, in this list.

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