我们出生的那个晚上，雷暴劈倒了新教堂大院里的一棵树，整个建筑着了火，最后只剩下了烧焦了的尖塔裂片和冒着烟的教堂板凳。
The night of our birth, a thunderstorm had cracked a tree in the courtyard of the new church, setting the building afire until it was no more than a charred sliver of steeple and smoking pews.
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