In the vine-shadows on the veranda;
under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,
sit two sisters. Their slow voices run
like little winter creeks, dwindled by frost and wind,
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Two sisters comparing their conjugal life. What a rave it would be, if one could only tune in.