Recall.
Here’s an audio reading of ‘There Will Come Soft Rains’ by Ray Bradbury narrated by Yours Truly. In the future memory bank.
Bleak House.

“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild-plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.”
A very very long time ago and yet it feels like yesterday.
Carclew.
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Yours Truly
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The Sacred Fire
Curfew…typically an order to all people to remain indoors at night.
The word ‘curfew’ comes from the Old French phrase ‘couvre-feu’ which means ‘cover fire’.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curfew#Etymology
The signal and the blackout.
The upper room…the mighty wind…the tongues of fire…and the ability to understand the language. Acts 2:2-11