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			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Shilohquietly grazed upon the field alone. He picked up his head and turned towards the sun. The warmth of the sun on his face in the cool spring morningfelt exceptionally pleasurable. He sat there for a while, closin..</description>
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