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Sleep out-of-doors through enough storms, and even drowsy the outcast sounds will get through the veil: a crack of wood, a slide of rock, the draw of steel along leather. You gotta hear those, because the thumb of the hammer comes too late to alert you, even if you learned from William. I heard the cascade of small stones down the face of the hill, watched a short stream of them dance with the rain in a flash of lighting. Creepers. They tried to move under cover of thunder, but a second flicker of lighting threw their shadows on the ground outside.
I let them climb into their graves.
from “Old Stonewall”
If you have the yen...
oh, bother…