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to sit on their beds and wait until   
I really had finished.  I picked up the typewriter again,     
inserted the paper, and continued .  .  .                    
    From afar the Watcher sped, gleaming a ghostly blue as      
he flashed over continents and oceans, leaving the sunlit     
side of the Earth for the dark.  In his astral state he could  
be seen only to those who were clairvoyant, yet he could see  
all and, returning later to his body, remember all.  He       
dropped, immune to cold, untroubled by thinness of air, to   
the shelter of a high peak, and waited.                     
    The first rays of the morning sun glinted briefly on the      
highest pinnacles of rock, turning them to gold, reflecting   
a myriad of colors from the snow in the crevices.  Vague      
streaks of light shot across the lightening sky as slowly the  
sun peeped across the distant horizon.                      
    Down in the valley strange things were happening.            
Carefully shielded lights moved about, as if on trailers.       
The silver thread of the Happy River gleamed faintly,          
throwing back flecks of light.  There was much activity,       
strange, concealed activity.  The lawful inhabitants of Lhasa   
hid in their homes, or lay under guard in the forced-labor     
barracks.                                               
    Gradually the sun moved upon its path.  Soon the first        
rays, probing downwards, glinted upon a strange shape          
that loomed up far across the Valley floor.  As the sunlight

date: Fri, 8 Nov 2007 20:02:55 GMT   author:   Felix Y. Varoz