THE sundials were tumbled into white pebbles. The birds of the air now flew in ancient skies of rock and sand, buried, their songs stopped. The rivers were currented with dust which flooded across the land when the wind bade it reenact an old tale of engulfment. The cities were deep laid with granaries of silence, time stored and kept, golden kernels of forgetfulness, pools and fountains of quietude and memory...
“Death-Wish” was later reprinted several times under the title “The Blue Bottle.”
[via Tinkoo Valia of Variety SF]
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I was reminded, by association, of a rather obscure collection of Martian stories by Robert Moore Williams...
See this page at The Library Thing:
http://www.librarything.com/work/2040011/book/25636125
I prefer to remain anomalous...
Thanks for the tip.
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