He's never seen these stars before and tumbles headfirst down the castle's rumpled courtyard stairs. More used to wings than feet, Georg fell planning a song to celebrate angels aloft beneath us crossing the icebound Carpathians.
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We reached the car, and I held the door open for him, but he didn't climb in right away. He stood there rocking on his crutch, gazing off at the sky and the fields and the fall trees starting to go the color of sherbet