2700
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Arboretum
of entropy, the things an
animal did: automaton,
mineral vegetable in a
moving van.
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81453
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His spoken words had reavealed nothing, but the far-off look in his eyes had told me good-bye.
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78900
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69900
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Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
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127776
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Two weeks after All Souls’ Day, he trudges through the overgrown pasture behind the farmhouse, his head bent, intent on his footing, a shovel his walking stick.
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