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the old mother aggregate...content in the living of the
past...rewarded in the present...looked forward to the future...in the
purpose of magna cooled by the flow into the air...on dreams and
imaginings...she shared the in the fish dance...the squirrels anger at the
roaming fox that now came to the evening pond...the frogs still hiding as
the snake basked on the rock...warmed by the sun...
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