Small birds were flying up into the darkening sky. I kept feeling like I had forgotten something and suddenly stopped short, raising my arms and staring at my empty hands. Where had I left that birdcage? Where had the bird gone? I turned and looked in all four directions and tried yelling for the bird, but I couldn't remember at all what I had done with it. The darkness thickened with each step I took forward. Father had said that if you followed the railroad tracks, you could go anywhere in the world.

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