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or traces of thought , with his head bent far back as he gathered , his intent eyes showing their white , vulnerable undersides like tiny , straining animals trying to reach something , his neck pulled out taut , and unpro- tected by ...
or traces of thought , with his head bent far back as he gathered , his intent eyes showing their white , vulnerable undersides like tiny , straining animals trying to reach something , his neck pulled out taut , and unpro- tected by ...
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It hadn't snowed yet , Cooper thought , but it seems close now . He opened the door . " Hi honey honey . " said that voice . " Hi . " Cooper forgot the cold , turned and stepped inside to shut the door . Young , quick little Judy stood ...
It hadn't snowed yet , Cooper thought , but it seems close now . He opened the door . " Hi honey honey . " said that voice . " Hi . " Cooper forgot the cold , turned and stepped inside to shut the door . Young , quick little Judy stood ...
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Out beyond his old tall house was a falling meadow of unused land where once in a while steers would graze by , then disappear into the far trees . But this field was really there only in the summer , he thought ...
Out beyond his old tall house was a falling meadow of unused land where once in a while steers would graze by , then disappear into the far trees . But this field was really there only in the summer , he thought ...
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THE SEA GULLS Roy Sussman | 3 |
THE PHYSICIAN William R Freeman | 21 |
NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS | 34 |
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