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moonlight, no stars, only black.  She walked along the wall until she came to the door.  Outside, lightning divided the dark.  Thunder rattled the walls. 

A flickering light came from the next room.  Her Grandfather Chi held a samurai sword on upturned palms.  He bowed before the Buddhas and talked to his father, and grandfather, and great-grandfather, and to his son who had fallen in Manchuria.

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Conchi's Corner

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Stories Copyright 1999
by Steve Gastineau
Update 11/1/99

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