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Show page 57 He discovered his mistake when halfway down the steps. He stopped, and the sad revelation came over his face that there was no peach orchard before him, no pink peach blossoms. He stood very still in the bright sunlight and blinked his eyes tearfully and looked back once and only once at the high side of the cell house within the prison. "The high side of the cell house is dull gray in color, weatherworn and. monolithic in appearance," he said wearily, as we rode into tcwn to the bus station. "To all of us, there on the edge of our town," I added. We still often debate at our tox^n meetings whether to petition the State Legislature for removal of the prison east of our town. Police Chief Lattimore says that the prison isn't harming anyone, that it has a sobering effect on criminals . . , |