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He did not know why it had become such a favorite--just that something about theconviviality of it, the shared life of the villagers in the picture, had moved him. I suppose I could look itup. txt (23 of 313) [8/28/03 12:42:53 AM] file:///F|/rah/Tad%20Williams/Otherland%202-River%20of%20Blue%20Fire%20(v3. of bees anticipating the sunrise--a million individuals so attuned at that moment as to be one thing.
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