Living Tobit

TobitI open my novel Tobit and the Hoodoo Man, A Mystical Tale from the Civil War South with these 89 words…

“Once upon a time, the only sounds that came from the sky were sounds of nature.  The buzz of bees, the call of a soaring hawk, and the roar of thunder that strikes fear into the hearts of restless children before advancing east to other lands that live in the lassitude of unbelief.  Those sounds of life still bless us with their grace, but there are not so many bees and fewer hawks, and the thunder is more distant.  I cherish the sounds and the memories they recall.”

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