Master Plan


They say it can snow here in July, but it is already seventy degrees—warm enough to melt the drifts that are almost swallowing the trailside buttercups. Almost weightless white puffs float like snowflakes through the forest canopy. Some settle into Aki’s grey fur. She might carry them to fertile ground. That would serve the purpose of the balsam poplars that grew the floating seeds.

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