| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - No one touched her here, no one missed her, and there was only the fury in her chest, and the song that came from above, and inside her.Sometimes, she remembered a lack, like a slab of ice fallen from a floe, but the details never stayed long, for then she would fall into the anger, and the waves would rush in time to a symphony, and when it was over, more bodies and other debris would collect ove
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