| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - So I sat around, spooning little caves in the damp sand or rinsing stones to see what colors were in them when they were wet, ignoring her most of the time, except once when I retrieved a frog which had somehow slipped away and was limping past me toward the water, weary and strangely awry after the fashion of those of her victims that were called pets for a while and were given a name and subject
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