Claude Monet Chrysanthemums

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her to bed. She’s sleeping now. Just ordinary sleep.’ Lightning struck on the hill, like a thunderbolt. It was IT WAS THE COMBINATION HARVESTER.
‘Was? What is it now?’
Death glanced at the clustering watchers.
A POOR LOSER.
The Harvester tore across the soaking fields, cloth arms whirring, levers moving inside an electric blue nimbus. The shafts for the horse waved uselessly in the air.
‘How can it go without a horse? It had a horse yesterday!’
IT DOESN’T NEED ONE.
He looked around at the grey watchers. There were ranks of them now.
‘Binky’s still in the yard. Come on!’followed by a clanking, grinding noise, somewhere in the middle distance. Death sighed. AH. MORE ?DIWMA?.He walked around the barn, so that he could command a good view of the dark fields. Miss Flitworth followed very closely on his heels, using him as a shield against whatever terrors were out there.A blue glow crackled behind a distant hedge. It was moving.‘What is it?’
No.