| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - And there were those Bob Dylan lyrics talking about the coming times when the last would be first, about white doves that sleep in the sand, about a Tambourine Man and other things that resonated with a place in me I was beginning to locate -- called my inner world.There weren't too many people who seemed to care about the existence of an inner world, but I didn't give up trying to find them.
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