| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The morning fog had finally lifted and revealed a clear blue sky, and I suppose the Green Mountains looked beautiful in the perfect morning light, but with a wife maybe-sleeping next to me in some sort of mysterious and silent place of sadness and anger and the aggravating cries of kids behind me arguing, pinching, slapping, screeching, crying, and hinting they might blow chunks across the third r
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