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Green Turbaned Man

In the semi-arid suburb, Medina, A high pitch of sound echoed. It dopplered through misty shrubs. A helical dawn goes tidally. The Pathfinder: stepped, deep nodded, starry-eyed, Scarfed fragrant keffiyeh. Reeled a full throttle of forgiven, Headed to his students. The teaching of liberty, Primed course of life.

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