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The wind was rushing through the trees in the neighborhood. It had been blowing all week, scattering the last tattered brown leaves from fall, so many months ago. It sounded like the ocean. Marianne, Isaac, and Charlie spent Saturday morning gathering branches and leaves and papers that had blown against