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Show SECOND NATURE Snow was falling in the hickory branches, and on the catalpa. The plank-pier rose off the river. The cattle-fences exposed their clean white ribs to the air, and the air stalled a tractor in the middle of an open field. Is it that which frightened the red fox? And what of the rock partridge sheltered in the thickets? And what of that blue light, detached from the snow, and dragging the sun through the hills like a mother dragging her dumb boy through a theater even as he stares back, fixedly, over his shoulder, at the blackening screen, the child, about whom everything is suddenly whispering. |