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           Andthechildrencamebackinamomentwithsomethingoftheirownintheirhands,adolloragametheyhadgrowntiredof,somethingthefunhadgoneoutof,liketheflavorfromgum,andnowitwastimeforittopassontosomeotherpartoftownwhere,seenforthefirsttime,itwouldberevivifiedandwouldrevivifyothers.Thesetokensofexchangewereshylydroppedovertherimofthewagondownintounseenrichesandthenthewagonwastrundlingon,flickeringlightonitsgreatspindlingsunflowerwheelsandMr...Jonassingingagain...

           "Junk!Junk!No,sir,notJunk!No,ma’am,notJunk!"

           untilhewasoutofsightandonlythedogs,intheshadowpoolsundertrees,heardtherabbiinthewilderness,andtwitchedtheirtails...

           "...junk..."Fading."...junk..."Awhisper."...junk..."Gone.Andthedogsasleep.

           Thesidewalkswerehauntedbydustghostsallnightasthefurnacewindsummonedthemup,swungthemabout,andgentledthemdowninawarmspiceonthelawns.Trees,shakenbythefootstepsoflate-nightstrollers,siftedavalanchesofdust.Frommidnighton,itseemedavolcanobeyondthetownwasshoweringred-hotasheseverywhere,crustingslumberlessnightwatchmenandirritabledogs.Eachhousewasayellowatticsmolderingwithspontaneouscombustionatthreeinthemorning.

           Dawn,then,wasatimewherethingschangedelementforelement.Airranlikehotspringwatersnowhere,withnosound.