You are listening to a Clark's World magazine podcast with your host and narrator Kate Baker.

Greetings Clark's World Citizens. I hope this podcast finds you well. The staff here at Clark's World magazine would like to express their deepest sympathies to the family of Ray Bradbury. I think Mr. Bradbury's passing

touched a lot of people in the literary world, not just the science fiction and fantasy community.

On the day that everyone found out, I had people come up to me and say,

did you hear, if anything, I think that is a testament to the man's body of work and how much influence he had within the literary world.

I bid you, adieu, Mr Bradbury. Rest and peace.

There's not much else news to report, except for the three seconds I'm going to take to tell you to get your

Hugo votes in, if you aren't attending or supporting member of this year's

Worldcon in Chicago.

So let's just jump into the second story of the month for June 2012 issue number 69 the piece is entitled if the mountain

comes by An A A A A A A A's A A A's Author with, author with a background in web development linguistics and weaving chain mail

out of stainless steel fencing wire, whose fiction has appeared in a number of venues including Asimov science fiction,

light speed, and a pair of years bests.

Ons, interests range from watershed management and desertification to gender studies and non-standard pronouns, with a plethora of stops in between. You may find on at a n dot o w o m o m o y m o y A N dot O W O M O Y E L A dot Net.

And if the name sounds familiar to Clark's Red Listeners,

also has a story in July 2011 of last year's archives entitled frozen voice.

So without further ado, let me tell you a story.

Transoe and Papa were outside, discussing what to do if the water rose. I was in scrubbing blood

from the walls with a palm full of sand. That was the summer, Ena came to our village.

He led a donkey and the donkey pulled a cart with tools, a flowering lilac, and a barrel of fresh water.

The barrel made Ena richer than the doctor, richer than the preacher.

Richer than anyone but us, and he meant to change that.

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