And she became aware, standing there, that she was already growing numb to the sorrow and the screaming she could feel through the road. There was too much of it for her to understand, too much of it even to feel it all and it went on forever; there was nothing for her to do but accept it as the best way of living, as each of the marchers in the mirage had done, and she felt it happening to her. Then she became afraid of death, as she never had been in a thousand years, and she turned and started back the way she had come.
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