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.Come on now, we're going to go build a mirror-factoryfirst and put out nothing but mirrors for the next year and take a long look in them."They finished eating and put out the fire.The day was brightening all about them as ifa pink lamp had been given more wick.In the trees, the birds that had flown awaynow came back and settled down.Montag began walking and after a moment found that the others had fallen in behindhim, going north.He was surprised, and moved aside to let Granger pass, butGranger looked at him and nodded him on.Montag went ahead.He looked at theriver and the sky and the rusting track going back down to where the farms lay,where the barns stood full of hay, where a lot of people had walked by in the night ontheir way from the city.Later, in a month or six months, and certainly not more than ayear, he would walk along here again, alone, and keep right on going until he caughtup with the people.But now there was a long morning's walk until noon, and if the men were silent it wasbecause there was everything to think about and much to remember.Perhaps later inthe morning, when the sun was up and had warmed them, they would begin to talk,or just say the things they remembered, to be sure they were there, to be absolutelycertain that things were safe in them.Montag felt the slow stir of words, the slowsimmer.And when it came to his turn, what could he say, what could he offer on aday like this, to make the trip a little easier? To everything there is a season.Yes.Atime to break down, and a time to build up.Yes.A time to keep silence and a time tospeak.Yes, all that.But what else.What else? Something, something.And on either side of the river was there a tree of life, which bare twelve manner offruits, and yielded her fruit every month; And the leaves of the tree were for thehealing of the nations.Yes, thought Montag, that's the one I'll save for noon.For noon.When we reach the city.THE END
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