Far behind, she hears something she’s never heard. It’s like lightning. A new kind. Or like birds, alle of them, In every tree, no longer singing, no longer cooing, but screaming.
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Far behind, she hears something she’s never heard. It’s like lightning. A new kind. Or like birds, alle of them, In every tree, no longer singing, no longer cooing, but screaming.