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It is one of those white summer days, the tall grass of your ankles flickers upon the shore. Which shore ? The sand clings to my lips. Which shore ? Agh, petals maybe. How should I know ? Which shore? Which shore? The petals from some hidden appletree. Which shore ? I said petals from an appletree.
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