It moves like a memory, unfolding its limbs with the grace of the summer I left behind in that swaying field.
It is nesting in the tall grass again, yet I still struggle to believe this creature is capable of such calculated, quiet behavior.
A reading from Genesis 37:33
And he knew it, and said, It is my son's coat: an evil beast hath devoured him; Joseph is without doubt torn in pieces.
— Genesis 37:33 (en_asv)
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His coat is torn in pieces.
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