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When the Council of the Home questioned us, we looked upon the faces of the Council, but there was no curiosity in those faces, and no anger, and no mercy. So when the oldest of them asked us: "Where have you been?" we thought of our glass box and of our light, and we forgot all else. And we answered: "We will not tell you." The oldest did not question us further. WHEN THE COUNCIL OF THE HOME QUESTIONED US WE LOOKED UPON THE FACES OF THE COUNCIL BUT THERE WAS NO CURIOSITY IN THOSE FACES AND NO ANGER AND NO MERCY SO WHEN THE OLDEST OF THEM ASKED WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN WE THOUGHT OF OUR GLASS BOX AND OF OUR LIGHT AND WE FORGOT ALL ELSE AND WE ANSWERED WE WILL NOT TELL YOU THE OLDEST DID NOT QUESTION US FURTHER
now how strong our arms are. And a strange thought comes to us: we wonder, for the first time in our life, what we look like. Men never see their own faces and never ask their brothers about it, for it is evil to have concern for their own faces or bodies. But tonight, for a reason we cannot fathom, we wish it were possible to us to know the likeness of our own person. PART SIX We have not written for thirty days. For thirty days we have not been here, in our tunnel. We had been caught. It happened on that night when we wrote last. We forgot, that night, to watch the sand in the glass which tells us when three hours have passed and it is time to return to the City Theatre. When we remembered it, the sand had run out. We hastened to the Theatre. But the big tent stood grey and silent against the sky. The streets of the City lay before us, dark and empty. If we went back to hide in our tunnel, we would be found and our light found with us. So we walked to the Home of the Street Sweepers.  THIS IS A LIVER VOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION AND TO FIND OUT HOW YOU CAN VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIBERVOX DOT ORG L I B R I V O X DOT O R G RECORDING BY CHERIE TERRIO ANTHEM BY AN RAN CHAPTER SIX WE HAVE NOT WRITTEN FOR THIRTY DAYS FOR THIRTY DAYS WE HAVE NOT BEEN HERE IN OUR TUNNEL WE HAD BEEN CAUGHT IT HAPPENED ON THAT NIGHT WHEN WE WROTE LAST WE FORGOT THAT NIGHT TO WATCH THE SAND AND GLASS WHICH TELLS US WHEN THREE HOURS HAVE PASSED AND IT'S TIME TO RETURN TO THE CITY THEATRE WHEN WE REMEMBERED THE SAND HAD RUN OUT WE HASTENED TO THE THEATRE BUT THE BIG TENT STOOD GRAY AND SILENT AGAINST THE SKY THE STREETS OF THE CITY LAY BEFORE US DARK AND EMPTY IF WE WENT BACK TO HIDE IN OUR TUNNEL WE WOULD BE FOUND IN OUR LIGHT WITH US SO WE WALKED TO THE HOME OF THE STREET SWEEPERS
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