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By Jack Joseph Smith
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te the-areh enteraneesrexit of the dining reow and
; smiles, Her teeth are white, and’ exactly longs
\ "Tram going out to leave you mon te your plans:
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om the walle were paintings placed, They eaphored
past paint grasping for the matter ef sculpture, In
his -ewn eyes Blankmame reesgnized’ his creative atte
! enpt te push the retina through the myth, Hie father ‘«/ BS o/, Leigh
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i : distant today, maybe always, but ks: endured 1 & MEN
the-repeated resurrection without: realization of hiz /
fathers hande in his werk
Blenkname-was leeking through the expensive redness
ef glass end liquid to the doily lace; which seemed’
net te belong te a table and pisces, but te a-mourne
eco.
ing wouens: face, Héee@etikver” had been speaking im a
vagueness, suggestive to the only real’ quality avail
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yay I tell you a-story;" kbsuftattmes wae going om
®curtainly.*
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much, and it is aliays worth avlessom,"
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