Rain tomorrow, but tonight the sky is clear, the stars shine. Still, the rain’s coming, maybe enough to drown the seeds. There’s a wind from the sea pushing the clouds; before you see them, you feel the wind. Better look at the fields now, see how they look before they’re flooded. A full moon. Yesterday a sheep escaped into the woods, and not just any sheep—the ram, the whole future. If we see him again, we’ll see his bones. The grass shudders a little; maybe the wind passed through it. And the new leaves of the olives shudder in the same way. Mice in the fields. Where the fox hunts, tomorrow there’ll be blood in the grass. But the storm—the storm will wash it away. In one window, there’s a boy sitting. He’s been sent to bed—too early, in his opinion. So he sits at the window— Everything is settled now. Where you are now is where you’ll sleep, where you’ll wake up in the morning. The mountain stands like a beacon, to remind the night that the earth exists,...
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