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			<title>The Stranger</title>
			<description>The earth was red; a burnt auburn,And the shrubbery growing from this earth that was almostBreathing,Life-giving,Bursting with life.The whole forest glowed with soft, bright mossThat clung tightly to rocks, and trees; Oh, the trees!They dancedTwisting,Singing,Willing us to join them.The collection o..</description>
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