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A PORTENT For Dennis That cry in the woods like none I ever heard, sent up a racket of crows, a fury of wings by the edge of the stream. That sound--as if nonhuman anguish deeper than deep woods lay at the heart of things--was fingernails on chalkboard to the nerves, but a nervousness every creature shared bordering on fear. I went into the woods and saw, without seeing-- feeling and hearing …