ANABASIS
Marvelous, this nomenclature, like science and grit :
words tied together, supple and sound. One word
suffices. This high up, I see the entire valley as it
is spread before me. All those old, shuttered mills,
the factories, where once the water-wheels churned.
Everything now shuttered and forgotten. Looms to
no end, spinners, tanneries, acid pools of runoff.
The strange figure eight far below? Nothing more
than a tangle of roads, leading 'round in circles so
shoppers can park.
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