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OUT of this oubliette between the mountains five valleys go, five passes like gates; three of them black in shadow, two of them bright with distant sunshine; and sunshine fills one high valley bed, green grass shining, and little white houses like quartz crystals, little, but distinct a way off.
Why don't I go? Why do I crawl about this pot, this oubliette, stupidly? Why don't I go?