There were no thunderstorms on the night it came (his) turn to walk the Green Mile. It was seasonably cold for those parts at that time of year, in the thirties, I'd guess, and a million stars spilled across used up, picked out fields where frost glittered on fenceposts and glowed like diamonds on the dry skeletons of July's corn.
-Stephen King
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