Ghost of a Color

7月 27, 2010 · Posted in 未分類 

There was a movement to the air, undulant, as a long smooth swell at sea. The flock of geese rose with it, dipped, and rose again. And once, when the thin moon pressed through a cloud, the bend of a river flickered like a drawn blade; and once, from a hidden lake, lost in night and drizzle, certain of their clan gave tongue and called to them; and at another time they heard the softened, idle yammering of dogs; the sweetness of a bell; a faint, far engine panting up a hill.

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