The week the market fell

The spendthrift trees have cut their losses, letting go their caches of copper and brass, as the stock market falls and falls again, and we rethink where our treasures lie: in paper portfolios? with Dow & Jones? And the maple trees stand, bare to the bones, having let go their wealth of gold, calm as elephants, silent, solvent.

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