wood.

    So toucossing leaves. tered ruins of form.  t t.

    S a brancook out t se different movements in the sky.

    One  of tion, and t of tream of Dust, seeming to cross it in quite another.

    And of t  mucer volume. In fact, to be flo, a great inexorable flood pouring out of t of all to some ultimate emptiness.

    Slohings joined up.

    ill and Lyra  tle knife  least. So tohem.

    told  tured ty-to fail just over three hundred years ago.

    According to ill, torre degli Angeli, tle knife,  aler all, and t be many others.

    Suppose t all time, little by little, Dust  of tle knife ure...

    S dizzy, and it  only t t and , gazing at the scudding clouds.

    tle knife  , and s talk to ill and Lyra and find a o stop it.

    But t flood in tter entirely. t  astrop  stopped, all conscious life o an end. As t came into being  needed some feedback system to reinforce it and make it safe, as trees. it somet, it ion, feeling,  a brutisomatism; and t brief period  like a candle in every one of t ly.

    Mary felt t keenly. It felt like age. S eig and o die.

    S of t fallen tree, and ill  off o the village.

    At t of t time at t stream,  and tanding firm in the middle.

    And t t last: s t great urgent purpose was.

    trying to  flood. triving to put some barriers up against terrible stream:  and hurling

    to truggle to keep ticles in they so enriched.

    Matter loved Dust. It didnt  to see it go. t , and i