|Date:||Wed, 21 Jun 2006 17:14:41 -0700|
right road to the right pass.
Long days after they had climbed out of the valley and left the Last
Homely House miles behind, they were still going up and up and up. It
was a hard path and a dangerous path, a crooked way and a lonely and a
long. Now they could look back over the lands they had left, laid out
behind them far below. Far, far away in the West, where things were blue
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