| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - When I close the book the one window frames the glow of dawn, or perhaps of dusk, and my mind is full of the forms of clouds, all the shades and gradients of white in the airy calculus of vapor forming ethereal massifs, towering spires, vast plateaus, and finally fading away, and for just a moment I understand the upper air in all the elusiveness of its geometry, but as I try to hold this in my mi
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