Each blade of grass, toasted golden brown by two months of summer heat, had a thin black replica stretching out behind it. One The three-quarter moon, hanging low in the night sky, turned even tamed and placid farmland into a mysterious landscape of silver light and shadows. With special thanks to Ken Sagara, whose generosity was responsible for me finishing this manuscript on time, vision intact. In such case neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this "stripped book." For DeVerne Jones, who patiently answered hundreds of questions including a few it never occurred to me to ask. If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book may have been stolen property and reported as "unsold and destroyed" to the publisher.
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