| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Beneath the glass a fleet of little white boats had gone down under the guns of an unseen armada, and there they were, quiet on the bottom of the placid lake.??????Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.??????It was very fast, that first time.
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