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Show (TO DISCOVER POSSESSIONS LOST IN DAYLIGHT, P. 2) of a hurricane to attend an uncle's funeral. He still remembered the comfort of the radio, listening to big band singers on a station transmitted from a tower in Tallahassee. But what he saw wasn't the scenery he wanted. He turned his back on it all and entered the house. He brought the heat with him when he opened the door. Holding in his outstretched hand the thin Chinese fan his wife used to use to cool herself, he noticed, for the first time, the tiny white birds and shrunken fish in the weaving. He pulled the shades open to the scenery he'd just left and, despite the narrow depth of the window, the lengthening shadows on the other side of the glass and the farm, darkening as if all had begun to wilt, seemed as far as the half-hidden moon. He sat on the sofa and thought he'd heard the moan of a plane cross the sky. He needed to sleep but the day was already slipping away too quickly. Soon the night would be finished, like money carelessly spent, the opposite side of the hills |