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At midday they lay under the apple boughs, the children leaning against Marco's chest as he read aloud from a battered field guide. The pages smelled of glue and dust. Names of plants — yarrow, plantain, bellwort — threaded between sentences about crickets and cloud formations. Jonah would point at a bug crawling along the branch and Mae would whisper a worried question about whether it would sting. The answers were calm and practical. Here, knowledge and tenderness went hand-in-hand.