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Along the straight, glistening road, through a dim arcade of drooping / trees, a tunnel of faded green and gold, dripping with the misty / rain of a late October afternoon, a human tide was flowing, not / swiftly, but slowly, with the patient, pathetic slowness of weary / feet, and numb brains, and heavy hearts.
Yet they were in haste, all of these old men and women, fathers / and mothers, and little children; they were flying as fast as / they could; either away from something that they feared, or toward / something that they desired.