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We
looked
into
each
other
’
s
eyes
and
we
knew
that
the
breath
of
a
miracle
had
touched
us
,
and
fled
,
and
left
us
groping
vainly
.
And
we
felt
torn
,
torn
for
some
word
we
could
not
find
.
We
are
sitting
at
a
table
and
we
are
writing
this
upon
paper
made
thousands
of
years
ago
.
The
light
is
dim
,
and
we
cannot
see
the
Golden
One
,
only
one
lock
of
gold
on
the
pillow
of
an
ancient
bed
.
This
is
our
home
.
We
came
upon
it
today
,
at
sunrise
.
For
many
days
we
had
been
crossing
a
chain
of
mountains
.
The
forest
rose
among
cliffs
,
and
whenever
we
walked
out
upon
a
barren
stretch
of
rock
we
saw
great
peaks
before
us
in
the
west
,
and
to
the
north
of
us
,
and
to
the
south
,
as
far
as
our
eyes
could
see
.
The
peaks
were
red
and
brown
,
with
the
green
streaks
of
forests
as
veins
upon
them
,
with
blue
mists
as
veils
over
their
heads
.
We
had
never
heard
of
these
mountains
,
nor
seen
them
marked
on
any
map
.
The
Uncharted
Forest
has
protected
them
from
the
Cities
and
from
the
men
of
the
Cities
.
We
climbed
paths
where
the
wild
goat
dared
not
follow
.
Stones
rolled
from
under
our
feet
,
and
we
heard
them
striking
the
rocks
below
,
farther
and
farther
down
,
and
the
mountains
rang
with
each
stroke
,
and
long
after
the
strokes
had
died
.
But
we
went
on
,
for
we
knew
that
no
men
would
ever
follow
our
track
nor
reach
us
here
.
Then
today
,
at
sunrise
,
we
saw
a
white
flame
among
the
trees
,
high
on
a
sheer
peak
before
us
.
We
thought
that
it
was
a
fire
and
stopped
.
But
the
flame
was
unmoving
,
yet
blinding
as
liquid
metal
.
So
we
climbed
toward
it
through
the
rocks
.
And
there
,
before
us
,
on
a
broad
summit
,
with
the
mountains
rising
behind
it
,
stood
a
house
such
as
we
had
never
seen
,
and
the
white
fire
came
from
the
sun
on
the
glass
of
its
windows
.
The
house
had
two
stories
and
a
strange
roof
flat
as
a
floor
.
There
was
more
window
than
wall
upon
its
walls
,
and
the
windows
went
on
straight
around
the
corners
,
though
how
this
kept
the
house
standing
we
could
not
guess
.
The
walls
were
hard
and
smooth
,
of
that
stone
unlike
stone
which
we
had
seen
in
our
tunnel
.
We
both
knew
it
without
words
:
this
house
was
left
from
the
Unmentionable
Times
.
The
trees
had
protected
it
from
time
and
weather
,
and
from
men
who
have
less
pity
than
time
and
weather
.
We
turned
to
the
Golden
One
and
we
asked
:
“
Are
you
afraid
?
”
