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Glistening shank of the bully in hoist. Rakers in dawn procession. Tattoo of their stark cadence from filleted tambours. Shadow of pendant bullyshank shifting in swing over the ambit. Rakers commencing their rite. Pale gravel, a hiss between tines. Cereal passivity of stone. Lower the bullypart then, they at the tackle. At increments, the hallowed lowering. Circular ambit of gravel beneath, windlass at the marge. Temenos of gravel. Undulatory, those furrows. Rakers to their dance amid solemn lays intoned at the marge. Gentle subsidence of stone under shankload at touchpoints. When finally the shank at rest and the taut harness slackened, rakers removed to the marge, to the benches. Antiphonal chorus of lays redoubled, rakers to the weedy bounds. The furrowed circle clear. Tackle squad absorbed in minute adjustment of shank as to position. Rakers at periphery pulling at weeds, inattentive. Gathering of flies amid debate as to position. Among tackle squad, furtive wavings away of flies, incorporate decorum. Sequent chuckle among those trained at the benches. Quiet disputes around the teeming shank. Many frustrate swipes at carnivorous flies. General discomfiture, laymen in gradual egress for the noon tea. Slim rillet of putrefaction ascending godward. Delicate furrows of stone amid waxing debate abolished under sandal. With consensual gravity among the tackle squad, lyes laid unto the shank. Barrows of lye at lee edge of Ambit. Shank laid into with cutlery and lyes. Westward garland of cloud foretelling nightfall. At abatement of shank teemings, pride of the tackle squad. Surcease of levity among the benches. Pocket torches and cigarettes now the rakers’ burden. Insolent tuning of radios, a spreading of blankets. Vapor rillet brushing the godhead’s sinus. Soporific oblivion to the compressed lyes among the divine host. Interval of disquiet around the shankcarcass. Nervous but determined solemnity at shankside. Their close shave with the spoiler flies. Raker host in slow dispersal for evening mess. Languid tugs at the bedclothes among the deities turning in slumber. Goddess chafing in her teddy. Importunate friction of lace. Untoward anecdotes circulating then among the tackle squad in casual transit toward barracks. At increments more savagely, the bully’s life lampooned. Midnight. Bloody sarum of gravel. Mess of the shank moistening at dewfall. |
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