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That's all I know, Araba…
I have tried to tell you the taste and smell of snow
its sound and touch
but words are not enough.
To know snow
you must hold it in your hand
feel it melt to pearls of water
until it is gone…
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“Tell me about your tree," said Uncle as he planed the angles of the face. "What did you see among the branches?"
Solomon described the hummingbird nest and the antics of the baby birds. Uncle rounded the brow with the adze, chipped the hollows of the eyes, and told the hummingbird story.
"Did your tree smell nice?" asked Uncle as he used the hook knife to carve the nose. Solomon remembered the sweet spring smell of sap and the pungent, fall odor of crushed leaves.
