L. Ward Abel
Page 3 Rain Where There's None
The cool of former rain lulls these small farms to plenty. They've stopped the spring burnings weeks ago expecting an october. And it always comes. It's the month of death when up is surely down. The witches gather in the field. But it's a while till then. Meantime there's the living part of being here.
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