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// The lamp post castmnSnake-like shadow I cut off the call, sitting on the lamp post, still breathing normally. I threw in a brick, the wall started to cave in. The same wall became a springboard for further exploration. I sat there, holding one slate to the wall, a slate, a symbol of hope. I explained all the things happening around me, but I made no fool of myself, nothing claimed. I walk through the garden roll in shadow, through the trees of silence, through the paths of the mothers who knew their babies before they even knew. The light from the lamp post shone across the world, aAJ b c of bells, an-a reflection of days and times.
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