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all that knew the
aggregate...did not see evidentiary arguments of the changes or
turmoil...that raged within the its granite self...the cracks and fissures
attributed to the work of water and temperature change...was in reality
the expression of the aggregate's poetic passions...its molten core...that
stretched back over eons of time...in this state the aggregate found a few
appreciators...which gave meaning to the pain that went with this self
examination...and the associations it had established with the world of
sunshine and shadows...a relief from the eternal darkness...in which it
lived so much of the time...
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