Pillar Posts As I passed among them, some rocked, tall and thick as hundreds year old trees. I pressed my back against the wall and watched as they fell down onto the empty highway far below. Nothing shattered, nothing cracked. They lay flat; flaccid stone gray cylinders. I crept against the wall, moved down by inches to what I hoped would be an exit to a village. Ancient Greeks,perhaps, living a good life. I wanted to see. Would these be my people?
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