The closer we got, the more I was able to take in details. The thing I remember best was the contrast. The stark, frightening-looking barracks lined up in rows. The workers picking in the fields in the hot sun. The big guns in the guard towers. Soldiers standing ramrod straight between rows with their weapons brandished over their shoulders, the long bayonets pointing up at an angle. And power poles. So many poles. So many lines. But, behind that, the ethereal mountain range. The blue sky shot through with clouds. For a split second I had the thought that I might be seeing Heaven and Hell
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