Magazine article The Antioch Review

A Light Rain Reached Down to Her Face the Fringe of a Mist

Magazine article The Antioch Review

A Light Rain Reached Down to Her Face the Fringe of a Mist

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A light rain reached down to her face the fringe of a mist there was no color yet in the ghost dawn but around her through the full consonance of the stream came here and there clear voices opening as she passed close to them trills telling of water questions not continued some of the voices were lights flying beside her the amakihi a yellow brilliance the olokele a flicker of scarlet but the light was the complete gray before daybreak with the black bands of the trees floating through it then before a condensation of green seeped into the tall reaches of the valley opening ahead of her the house appeared Halemanu at the end of a long rise with the lifted shell of high trees raised above it the mountain palm towering behind and as her feet brushed the wet grass she saw the four pale long uprights of the verandah the new wide steps leading up to it and the dark arms of the house reaching forward toward her someone was there the smell of woodsmoke floated in the mist and as she stepped forward a small light passed at a window she stopped and watched and a woman came out with no light and stood at the top of the steps a tall figure in a long gown the hair built high on her head the same color as the hour

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