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A mild breeze stirred the dormant branches of the willow tree. Auri barely heard the Ssshhhh ssshhhh ssshhhhh as she placed one stitch after the other. The sound of the vines softly brushing against each other reminded Auri of whispering voices, speaking gentle, caressing words. She glanced up as the sound deepened, bending a bit in pitch, Sssshhhhhhhhh sssshhhhhhhhh. Had there been buds on the branches before? Spring was late this year; it had been a harsh, unforgiving winter. Now the whispering took on the tone of a voice, a musical drone, Sssshhhhhooooooo sssshhhhhooooooo. Mildly alarmed, Auri paused her work again. This time, she saw the buds swell and begin to open. The breeze grew into warm gusts of wind, flowing through the willow bank. The little willow grove vibrated and swelled with the sound; the air rippled a bit as the buds burst into life with foliage and flowers. Auri’s alarm gave way to wonder as her needlework slipped to the ground. As if in a trance, she rose and slowly walked to the epicenter of the sound, deeper into the grove.