The blast had blown his helmet off. It had happened without warning. There was a sudden rumbling in the sky and the earth foundered. Oliver could hear the hum of silence now, but it was the silence inside his ear drums, for the earth was still spurting up around them. Oliver heard his voice coming from far away, it might have been somebody else's.
[To The Slaughterhouse, Giono, J.]
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