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"
You
did
?
Funny
.
I
thought
that
,
too
.
"
He
pointed
at
the
column
of
smoke
.
"
There
’
s
your
new
sunrise
.
It
’
s
going
to
feed
the
rest
.
"
"
If
it
’
s
not
stopped
.
"
"
Do
you
think
it
can
be
stopped
?
"
She
looked
at
the
rail
under
her
feet
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
He
smiled
.
He
looked
down
at
the
rail
,
then
let
his
eyes
move
along
the
track
,
up
the
sides
of
the
mountains
,
to
the
distant
crane
.
She
saw
two
things
,
as
if
,
for
a
moment
,
the
two
stood
alone
in
her
field
of
vision
:
the
lines
of
his
profile
and
the
green
-
blue
cord
coiling
through
space
.
"
We
’
ve
done
it
,
haven
’
t
we
?
"
he
said
.
In
payment
for
every
effort
,
for
every
sleepless
night
,
for
every
silent
thrust
against
despair
,
this
moment
was
all
she
wanted
.
"
Yes
.
We
have
.
"
She
looked
away
,
noticed
an
old
crane
on
a
siding
,
and
thought
that
its
cables
were
worn
and
would
need
replacing
:
This
was
the
great
clarity
of
being
beyond
emotion
,
after
the
reward
of
having
felt
everything
one
could
feel
.
Their
achievement
,
she
thought
,
and
one
moment
of
acknowledging
it
,
of
possessing
it
together
—
what
greater
intimacy
could
one
share
?
Now
she
was
free
for
the
simplest
,
most
commonplace
concerns
of
the
moment
,
because
nothing
could
be
meaningless
within
her
sight
.
