The berth was the tightest on the short arm and everyone said so. Notwithstanding had understood, coming in, that this was the thing to be glad of. Cane had traded a good adjustable for the curtain — heavy stuff, weighted at the hem — and after he hung it you could not hear the trolley … Continue reading Soft Goods (Grain Series)
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The Two Hundred and Eleventh Spring
I. The Height of the Mark The soil-reader came to the Vask terrace on the third morning after thaw, chalk in a tin box, an assistant to carry the ladder. Odrun stood in his doorway with Sennet beside him and watched the man measure the wet ground with a bare foot — heel to the … Continue reading The Two Hundred and Eleventh Spring
