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Prose Nocturnes: Mamma's Mouth
Despite her refined circumstances, mamma's mouth delivered more profanity than
anyone I had ever known. And when she died, her cursing became even worse---
not just the few profane words in English that she knew, but now the language of
Hell, itself, which apparently she has visited at least once. Even from a quarter
mile away, in the northmost corner of the rural graveyard, that hideous, screeching
voice continues to shriek its blasphemous litanty. No matter what we do, she
will not stop speaking; we cannot stop listening.
