Leroy Neiman In The Pocket

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tunny, bass and mullet; the forests ran gazed down toward the scattered wagons, the halted travelers. The other rider had dismounted now and was comforting some of the children.
Serafina followed his gazeno children went hungry. In the courts and squares of the great cities ambassadors from Brasil and Benin, from Eireland and Corea mingled with tabaco sellers, with commedia players from Bergamo, with dealers in fortune bonds. At night masked lovers met under the rose-hung colonnades or in the lamp-lit , and of the wire-strung mandarone.
The witches listened wide-eyed to this tale of a world so like theirs and yet so different.
"But it went wrong," the sky—there was nothing like that in his world, but he faced them with calm wariness. Serafina, coming closer, saw sorrow in his face as well, and strength. It was hard to reconcile with the memory of his turning tail and running while his companions perished.
"Who are you?" he said.
"My name is Serafina Pekkala. I am