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she lives in this house over there, has her world outside it.grapples with the earth with her fingers and her mouth--she's five years old.thread worms on a string, keeps spiders in her pocket, collects fly-wings ina jar scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line. she's got one friendhe lives next door, they listen to the weather, he knows how many freckles she'sgot, shescratches his beard. she's painting huge books, glues them together,they saw a big raven; it glided down the sky--she touched it. today's a birth-dat--they're sucking cigars, he got a chain of flowers, sows a bird in herknickers, they're sucking cigars, lie in the bathtub, chain of flowers.
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