| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - And now the day comes and there are breaks in the clouds where there is a ghost of blue and this light of this first day is white and erasing, unrelenting, and the fog is only a thin mist on distant hills and the squared blocks are there and the streets are there and now the cars are plain in their bustle and crawl, make sharp turns motor up and rev and screech brakes, and somewhere out of sight s
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