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النص الأصلي - د. ماجد الحيدر

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د. ماجد الحيدر

2013 / 4 / 25 - 13:01
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Cranes Fly South
Edward McCourt

“They ﬂy all night,” the old man said. “First you hear a sound far off and you ﬁgger it’sthunder—and it gits louder and nearer, and soon its like a freight train passin’ right over your head, and if there’s a moon they ﬂy across it and the nightgits dark—”
“But I tell you I saw one!” Lee said. “Honest, Grandpa. Out at Becker’s slough. I was looking for ducks—and all of a sudden—”“Ain’t no whoopin’ cranes nowadays,” the old man said disconsolately. Lee spoke very slowly now, trying hard to be patient. “At Becker’s slough. Honest. I saw the black tips of his wings just as clear! ”“And you feel like you want to go, too,- Grandpa said. “Breaks your heart almost, you wantto go that bad, when you hear the thunder right over your head—like a big, long freight train passin’in the nighttime.- His voice rose in an unexpected harsh croak. “At Becker’s slough, you say? A whoopin’ crane—a real, honest-to-gosh whooper? Boy, Iain’t seen a whooper for forty years!- Th

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