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The rotating kernel of his/her thought pushed backward upon the rich swart stalk. Had he wished with golden ears to rise above her brothers? Swart kernel. Big bushel of Joseph dreams among colorful flowered racks of folk with she coats. Of loud trucks.… walk

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