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Today, there are electric lamps and television sets
that light up the night with noise and chatter. |
When I was built, I listened as the Fairchilds passed
quiet evenings together, talking or reading or telling stories, their faces aglow in the flickering candles. |
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Today, I see cars and trucks race past my front
door on the slick black pavement. |
When I was built, the road was just a rutted dirt path.
I followed the slow clip-clop rhythm of a passing horse and wagon, and the quiet footsteps of a walking neighbor. |
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