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With
that
,
he
began
to
walk
.
He
remembered
how
he
had
felt
on
the
Carousel
,
tried
to
feel
like
that
,
but
in
a
new
moment
of
time
…
He
remembered
turning
the
Winnebago
,
shifting
it
at
right
angles
to
everything
.
He
tried
to
capture
that
sensation
—
And
then
,
easily
and
perfectly
,
it
happened
.
It
was
like
pushing
through
a
membrane
,
like
plunging
up
from
deep
water
into
air
.
With
one
step
he
had
moved
from
the
tourist
path
on
the
mountain
to
…
To
somewhere
real
.
He
was
Backstage
.
He
was
still
on
the
top
of
a
mountain
.
That
much
remained
the
same
.
But
it
was
so
much
more
than
that
.
This
mountaintop
was
the
quintessence
of
place
,
the
heart
of
things
as
they
were
.
Compared
to
it
,
the
Lookout
Mountain
he
had
left
was
a
painting
on
a
backdrop
,
or
a
papiermâché
model
seen
on
a
TV
screen
—
merely
a
representation
of
the
thing
,
not
the
thing
itself
.
This
was
the
true
place
.
The
rock
walls
formed
a
natural
amphitheater
.
Paths
of
stone
wound
around
and
across
it
,
forming
twisty
natural
bridges
that
Eschered
through
and
across
the
rock
walls
.
And
the
sky
…
