The rains came.
The earth was as though dusk would not end.
Verily, the people of the valley did
complain. They protested for their new idols – those they call cell phone and
internet – ceased to bring forth.
Thus the people whined with great lamentation.
Harkin to a few who saith, “I shall put a
log upon the fire; for it is damp in my dwelling place. Where is my lamp and
Grandmother’s quilt?”
Hence, they proceeded to climb upon the
couch in front of yon fire with Grandmother’s quilt wrapped ‘round them.
Instead of the new idols; they beheld old
magic.
A Book.
And the land was silent: Some in sulk; some
wherever the old magic took them.
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