| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Except that I was on a burned out two lane, watching not much pass beyond the windows, even less fall beneath the tires.In that void, there was a voice, a melody that was as bittersweet as anything I would heard, a voice that seemed so solid, so resolved, yet so??? well, a little bit beat-up, tired even, but holding its head high.
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