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This made me really sad and I am not even sure why. I guess I saw my own house in it somewhere (the house where I grew up, that is.) I just got the overpowering feeling of home and I saw all of the neglect and age and wear, and I suppose a large part of me relates. It sounds silly, but that's the emotion I got.
Anyway, then it was back to Echo, the creepy, sleepy little town with a cemetery full of children and a lot of old, unused buildings. Echo is one of those places that makes you happy to return to the city and civilization.




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