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Each day she pokes through the soil wearing moss coloured clothes and twigs in her hair, then the wailing starts; she doesn’t want to be grown.
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
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Each day she pokes through the soil wearing moss coloured clothes and twigs in her hair, then the wailing starts; she doesn’t want to be grown.
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
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