"The dead woman walked in endless loops around the field. She stretched out her arms and spun like a child in the sunlight, the wind blowing her dress around her legs. She stooped to the ground and pulled up dry, stunted stalks of wheat, and in her hands they became wild daisies and marigolds."

From Covenant written by

Diane Gallant

Published by The Leading Edge Magazine, issue #50, 2005

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