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Death
blinks
,
adjusts
for
depth
of
vision
.
Now
he
sees
the
grassy
country
on
the
turnwise
slopes
of
the
mountains
.
Now
he
sees
a
particular
hillside
.
Now
he
sees
a
field
.
Now
he
sees
a
boy
,
running
.
Now
he
watches
.
Now
,
in
a
voice
like
lead
slabs
being
dropped
on
granite
,
he
says
:
YES
.
*
*
*
There
was
no
doubt
that
there
was
something
magical
in
the
soil
of
that
hilly
,
broken
area
which
–
because
of
the
strange
tint
that
it
gave
to
the
local
flora
–
was
known
as
the
octarine
grass
country
.
For
example
,
it
was
one
of
the
few
places
on
the
Disc
where
plants
produced
reannual
varieties
.
Reannuals
are
plants
that
grow
backwards
in
time
.
You
sow
the
seed
this
year
and
they
grow
last
year
.
