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| gregory kept a secret even though his mouth was open hidden inside the canopy of a willow tree we lay in disarray depleted too tired to dress careless of discovery a german shepherd (dog) sat with us for a while trailing its lead panting and left when a voice called: gregory (we left when ants became intrusive) now in winter the tree is transparent |  |
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