To say anything beyond would be to give away too much, but it is perfect reading for Halloween and for the fall and for the late night when the mind is open to suggestions of things not otherwise accepted. There's worry, of course, and much more before the brief tale concludes. Things go well until Dog fails to come home. It's a tale with touching moments, and it creates well the feeling isolation and illness in a past era. Through the loomings of the universe Dog shuttled theĭesign was hid in his pelt. Gifted with sunflower seed, cinder-path, milkweed, horse-chestnut, or fullįlame-smell of pumpkin. The time and texture of worlds in town, country, by creek, river, lake,ĭown-cellar, up-attic, in closet or coal-bin. He sent with a yell to run and return, circle and scent, collect and deliver Here was his contact, his carry-all, the quick-moving part of himself Martin found autumn as in the old days before sickness bleached him white on
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