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LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS. Bob Shaw. Leaving the village behind, we followed the heady sweeps ofthe road up into a land of slow glass,I had never seen one of the farms before and at first foundthem slightly eeriean effect heightened by imagination andcircumstance. The car's turbine was pulling smoothly andquietly in the damp air so that we seemed to be carried overthe convolutions of the road in a kind of supernatural silence. On our right the mountain sifted down into an incrediblyperfect valley of timeless pine, and everywhere stood the greatframes of slow glass, drinking light. An occasional flash of afternoon sunlight on their wind bracing created an illusion ofmovement, but in fact the frames were deserted. The rows ofwindows had been standing on the hillside for years, staringinto the valley, and men only cleaned them in the middle ofthe night when their human presence would not matter to thethirsty glass. They were fascinating, but Selina and I didn't mention thewindows. I think we hated each other |
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