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  •  When Bradbury died ... (1+ / 0-)
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    ... I left work early, drove home, went straight to my bookshelves and pulled out several battered collections of short stories so I could read some aloud to my husband as we sat on the porch.

    It was also in honor of my late seventh grade English teacher who read "All Summer In A Day" aloud, a moment which introduced me to Bradbury and started a lifelong love.

    Somewhere along the way I lent (and lost) my copy of Dandelion Wine so I couldn't read my favorite passages from that, including:

    “Stop!” cried the old man.

    Douglas pulled up and turned.

    Mr. Sanderson leaned forward.

    “How do they feel?” The boy looked down at his feet deep in the rivers, in the fields of wheat, in the wind that already was rushing him out of the town. He looked up at the old man, his eyes burning, his mouth moving, but no sound came out.

    “Antelopes?” said the old man, looking from the boy’s face to his shoes. “Gazelles?”

    The boy thought about it, hesitated, and nodded a quick nod. Almost immediately he vanished. He just spun about with a whisper and went off. The door stood empty. The sound of the tennis shoes faded in the jungle heat.

    Mr. Sanderson stood in the sun-blazed door, listening. From a long time ago, when he dreamed as a boy, he remembered the sound. Beautiful creatures leaping under the sky, gone through brush, under trees, away, and only the soft echo of their running left behind.

    “Antelopes,” said Mr. Sanderson. “Gazelles.”

    He bent to pick up the boy’s abandoned winter shoes, heavy with forgotten rains and long-melted snows. Moving out of the blazing sun, walking softly, lightly, slowly, he headed back toward civilization . . .

    "... the boy’s abandoned winter shoes, heavy with forgotten rains and long-melted snows."  Brilliant.
    Looking at a piece of land today, in Effingham, NH.
    Abuts 3000 acres of state forest.
    I am feeling lucky.
    Wow.  Best wishes for happiest outcomes!

    "War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate." ~ Al Cleveland & Marvin Gaye (1970)

    by JBL55 on Thu May 23, 2013 at 06:51:27 AM PDT

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