With each small breeze an ominous crackling is heard. Sometimes it is a whoosh, as ice slides off a tree and hits my roof or a neighbor's. Even my fairly juvenile sugar maple as branches clack-clack sounds ominous, like skeleton clinking its boney hand across the the fencing of the cemetery as you pass.
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