WHEN I WENT TO AGINCOURT
Petals were falling; deep April
already. It was so early I should
still have been sleeping. A firetruck
was slowly running along the old
bricked walkway. It had a very
jarring effect : first, it was going
very slowly, and, second, everything
else was totally quiet. Like a dream,
or a diamond cut in a dream, each
facet was showing a different picture.
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