... is the blood-soaked sickle clutched in her hand yet, here too, I imagine a weapon of sorts I hear a whoosh-whoosh from above and, as I look skyward, I see a bird, a large one, crane-looking, swooping ... the Crags, continue to mount a comeback-to-life transformation, even as I stand and stare I ask myself: At what point does Aaron’s transference of life-force energy no longer have an effect? ... changed his mind about escorting me to the front door I hesitate, caught in mid-step And then I see the strange-looking large bird circle above him I see Aaron stick his head out the window He...