Roofs, more complicated than he had imagined from the ground (towers, doors, stripes of black tar where repairs made random designs). Streets slicing through dark brick, through grass, the winding cement lanes of the Fair, hedged and flowered. That sidewalk that moved very slowly like water creeping forward while people, amazed, stood and were carried along, stone-still. To the south the repeated silver sluice of many train tracks, and then, east, the lake! The endless lake, so big he felt his knees buckle at the sight of it, more serene than sky. Each time he went up, it was different,
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