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Pain and Fury Despite its thickness, my coat did little to protect me from the pouring rain, as I walked the winding streets of Mérignac. The small French town had been drenched in rain and whipped by the powerful winds constantly for more than a week now and this night, this terrible night, it seemed worse than ever. The flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky and up on the hill in the centre of the town, I could see the contours of the church, my destination. The old building, probably as old as the city and likely built sometime in the early 17th century, loomed above the town, its tall tower being visible from far away. Not so in thi

across the meadow every step erupts with grasshoppers