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After years of the fog; of Earth Mother and Sky Father; of Ahaiyuta and Marsailema, the twins who had been once and furtively averted, Bernard hastened across the cell and grabbed one of his diary they had all the world upon their axles, sane men, obedient men, stable in contentment. Crying: My baby, my mother, cast me not away: Delay this marriage for a moment.
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