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A mind place, a town. The desertification of our collective psyches welcomes you home. To Marytown. Can you hear the distant shadows? Behind each sleeping house a lamp switches on. Cars roll through. You are invited. The moon is full and leering in the policeman’s bending eye. A dusty tome lies in the dirt of the crossroads. Written on it: Book of Marytown