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Sous l'arbre...Two figures wended their way through the furry wildflowers. Tall, princely stems of greens: olive greens, bottle greens, soft greens like velvet, shiny greens like emerald, stark greens like Muscovite malachite; fierce saffron heads; soft-petalled crowns like vanilla marshmallows; these were the flowers one might find in the country. These were the flowers of safe places, high in the hills or deep in the valleys, beside babbling brooks or strong rivers. This swathe of gold and green and white – this was a well-worn carpet from home that held memories of good times and bad. The bright field contrasted with the blue above, as Olivier ran tSous l'arbre...
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Why should I sing?Hugh bolted down the gallery, getting caught in the polychrome sunshine on every third step. The high facades of stained glass projected a dancing light on the cold flagstones, producing steam on the damp pavers and giving the stone sheets and ethereal pallor. Barefoot and every bit a boy of the countryside, Hugh took long, leaping strides and took no care to hush his voice in the place of God. “Ah! Cold... So damn cold!” Down, down, down below, a chorus of angels lifted their voices to the heavens... They wish, Hugh thought as he reached the end and jolted down the stairs. As he did so, he looked out the window toward the virginalWhy should I sing?
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Come on in my kitchen...Caked in mud, merely a silhouette against the westering sun, a ragged figure ascended the rise and looked over the murky vista splayed out before him.Come on in my kitchen...
“N*gger, don't let the sun go down on you here.” Words hung thick in the air. The figure pressed down the shallow slope in a half-run, driven on.
The bayou rattled and shook with the sights and sounds of the Southern swamp. The soft splash of crawdads scampering through the brackish waters, the cry of some game bird, the holler of a woman in some field away, the deep ribbit of the bullfrogs; Robert ground his stumpy teeth and walked down a trail to
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