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wings folded. l have picked sometimes a red carnation, and wisps of hay. l have sunk alone on the turf and fingered sorne old bone and thought: When the wind stoops to brush this height, may there be nothing found but a pinch of dust. (146) Sitting up late at night it seems strange not to have more control. Pigeon-holes are not then very useful. Hagatna Map 2016.

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