There, conspicuous in the light of the conflagration, lay the dead body of a woman__he white face turned upward, the hands thrown out and clutched full of grass, the clothing deranged, the long dark hair in tangles and full of clotted blood. The greater part of the forehead was torn away, and from the jagged hole the brain protruded, overflowing the temple, a frothy mass of gray, crowned with clusters of crimson bubbles__he work of a shell.The child moved his little hands, making wild, uncertain gestures. He uttered a series of inarticulate and indescribable cries__omething between the chattering of an ape and the gobbling of a turkey__ startling, soulless, unholy sound, the language of a devil. The child was a deaf mute.Then he stood motionless, with quivering lips, looking down upon the wreck.
Copying Juvven__ gaze over the treetops at the edge of the shooting range, he saw the fields of Flanders before his inner eye. __es, the wide horizon_ The memory made the corners of his mouth curl slightly. __and in the night, you lie there, snuggled into the hay, and there is this huge sky above you._ He stared into the past, ignoring Juvven swivel his head to watch him and continued, __lthough you are in the middle of war, death, and destruction, you can positively feel the velvet of the dark vault above you. And in it, like falling coins or lights carried by other beings, twinkle the stars, beckoning you to lift your hand and touch them, to feel happy and safe with them._ He broke off and turned to Juvven, without seeing him, still lost in his memories. __hey gave a sense of security and_hope, I think. As if the Earth and the sky cradled me, telling me I was protected by them.
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Copying Juvven__ gaze over the treetops at the edge of the shooting range, he saw the fields of Flanders before his inner eye. __es, the wide horizon_ The memory made the corners of his mouth curl slightly. __and in the night, you lie there, snuggled into the hay, and there is this huge sky above you._ He stared into the past, ignoring Juvven swivel his head to watch him and continued, __lthough you are in the middle of war, death, and destruction, you can positively feel the velvet of the dark vault above you. And in it, like falling coins or lights carried by other beings, twinkle the stars, beckoning you to lift your hand and touch them, to feel happy and safe with them._ He broke off and turned to Juvven, without seeing him, still lost in his memories. __hey gave a sense of security and_hope, I think. As if the Earth and the sky cradled me, telling me I was protected by them.
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