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Pretty, he says

Maury’s gaze shifts, querying between Moses Todd’s face and the object in his hand

You want to know soirl of my own once Her name was Lily like the flower Her mother, she took her to Jacksonville in a caravan I was supposed to meet them there, but they never showed up The whole caravan, it just disappeared I spent two years driving those roads back and forth between Orlando and Jacksonville

He pauses in in to see it everywhere Lily in her hosts Behind every billboard Just around every daot so bad I had to stop lookin The abundance of gone things, it’ll bury you

He turns the glass orb over in his hands

She would of been about her age now, he says, nodding in the direction of the front yard

He gives the sphere back to Maury, who holds it in both hands close to his chest

It is indeed a pretty plaything, he says

Then he stands and looks at the gurkha and reht and firm around the hilt

Well, says Moses Todd, I reckon you and this are my inheritance

He tells Maury to stand up, and the e of the grave in the front yard and tells hioodbyes

Maury stands before theconfused, and his attention is distracted by a plain, muddy-feathered bird that lands on a branch in the tree overhead