Once more he lifted the flute to his lips. There was the melody of darkness falling softly, softly; of evening when day is done, stars appear, and families gather on rooftops to sing and tell stories and be happy.
In case you were wondering, the rooftops in question are the flat roof of an Anasazi cliff dwelling.
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5 Responses to She Who Remembers by Linda Lay Shuler p.33