And one cried wee, wee, wee, all the way" Jessica breaking down in a giggle as he reaches for the spot along her sweatered flank he knows she can't bear to be tickled in. She hunches, squirming, out of the way as he rolls past, bouncing off the back of the sofa but making a nice recovery, and by now she's ticklish all over, he can grab an ankle, elbow But a rocket has suddenly struck. A terrific blast quite close beyond the village: the entire fabric of the air, the time, is changedthe casement window blown inward, rebounding with a wood squeak to slam again as all the house still shudders. Their hearts pound. Eardrums brushed taut by the overpressure ring in pain. The invisible train rushes away close over the rooftop.....

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  • Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave

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