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                                            <p><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=ALdlAAAAMAAJ&amp;focus=searchwithinvolume&amp;q=older+than">Is he older</a>? I asked her. And I never got an answer, because at the moment she disappeared in a puff of smoke. I like to think nothing ever happened to her save that she went over to the spirit realm. I usually know better though.</p>
                    
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            <p><span class="line">Look, I say—look here—</span><span class="line">at this old place</span><span class="line"><a href="planks.html">where nothing changes</a>.</span><span class="line">Look at the people</span><span class="line">who pass by. Look at</span><span class="line">the trees. The flowers</span><span class="line">full of wanting: look</span><span class="line"><a href="squirrel.html">how full they are</a> with</span><span class="line">color. Look how they mock</span><span class="line">us, empty people who</span><span class="line">must fill themselves</span><span class="line">with changes—emptiness.</span></p>
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