From the crest of Three Mile Slope the man on the pony could see
the town of Dry Bottom straggling across the gray floor of the flat
its low squat buildings looking like so many old boxes blown there
by an idle wind or unceremoniously dumped there by a careless fate
and left regardless to carry out the scheme of desolation
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