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AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. IV we had been told many things but we had never heard of the world so we were unlikely to go there or complain about its circumstances after being told there was nothing else and nowhere else to go it was all we could speak of smoke drifting around many houses smoke rising from one house alone rain tilted against my face the wind sharpened itself on the plains and dragged the cold over to us at night my eye went from light to light all the way to the edge stories gathered around each of us all were warmed all listened the smoke could only go a short ways from the house before it fell apart or you could say the world and years gathered it into them