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Unformatted text preview: le. All around me I heard the great windows burst- ing. I saw flames. I began to choke on the black smoke, but my body was being scraped as I was dragged. I saw in the far distance the hay of the manger explode! The tethered animals were bellowing in the fire from which they could not escape. And finally at the foot of the tomb of St. Ashlar I was thrown. "Through the window, through the window!" they cried. I struggled to my knees. All the wooden benches and ornaments of the Cathedral were burning. The whole world was smoke and the cries of the massacred, and suddenly my body was lifted by hands that held each foot and each arm, and by these beings I was swung back and forth, back and forth and then flung towards the great window of the saint himself! I felt my chest and my face slam against the glass. I heard it break, and I thought, Surely now I will die. I will go up into the peace and into the night and into the stars, and God will explain why all this has come about. It seemed I saw the valley. I saw the town burning. I saw every wind...
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- Spring '10