Flights To The Sea: Day 19- A passage from a book that has touched you
“On went the cab, jogging through the open firmament. Stars came towards it, splintering the dim shower-whipped windows with fiery particles of light. Suddenly a cry was heard, two plaintive notes. Piercing, human they swelled, inhuman; the pains rattled; the fire brigade went storming by….
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