D.O.P.-T.

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This morning the clouds were low in the east over the high hills, but to the west a break washed the house-strewn slopes of Los Altos Hills with pale yellow light. Walking home, I spotted a vine filling a tree high over a rooftop with its dark green leaves and purple trumpet flowers. And a smaller tree a few blocks later, threaded with honeysuckle like gold and silver thread.