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65 immediately upon Pruning a favorite Tree The surrounding life degrades into tattered little cells of light and in each cell the cell’s iris opens and we through it see the cassowary, massive, blue but her black skull like a plate broken through her blue scalp, digging about the fallen lemons, convinced they are her eggs. paul text i-84 -3.indd 65 7/20/10 3:17 PM ...

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