| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - First thing to break was a jug and as it was filled with milk it was something she could shrug offnot without sadness but without anger She could admit the mistakeand she refused to worryAnd when she pricked and cut her hand she got some satisfaction from the sight of her own bloodbut it was when she realised a black sock had fallenin with the white sheets and stained them like tar a kind of fear
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