‘Yet this train’s whistle! The wails of a lifetime were gathered in it from other nights in other slumbering years; the howl of moon-dreamed dogs, the seep of river-cold winds through January porch screens which stopped the blood, a thousand fire sirens weeping or worse!…” -Something Wicked This Way Comes

 

Thanks for the shivers, Ray Douglas Bradbury! RIP.

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