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A path, leading under the bed, has been worn in the carpet. You move the bed and follow the path to the closet. Behind a stack of boxes is a door you have never noticed before. After prying the door open, you follow the trail as it meanders under sofas and tables, into other bedrooms and closets. The trail leads through endless rooms; occasionally a door will open onto a trail that leads you through ruins and then back to rooms where people still appear to dwell, but the trail goes on and on through all the stuff of the tribe, and you realize you might never find the ideal rooms you had halfheartedly hoped to find--or your way back to those first rooms that you now recall with nostalgia.
Finally, a path leads you into the woods where you follow another network of trails, all connecting creeks and the pounding stones of a tribe extinct for over a century. Pestles still remain in the mortars of some of the grinding stones. Occasionally you hear a sound like laughter or feel someone staring at you, but looking around, you find no one. As night approaches you sit down on a ridge in a galaxy of flowers, which slopes down towards the lights of the city--a thin galaxy which spreads out towards a faint galaxy of stars.
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