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Dec 2015
it is a profound thing,

the paper the string.



the wind blows, all is safe inside,

somewhat dry mainly. so we

place the bunting well.



she  had rushed home, she

left the fish in the oven.



this  is not a metaphor.



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Sonja Benskin Mesher
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     ---, ---, Pradip Chattopadhyay, martin and ---
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