| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - When I write I fall by the wayside and pick myself up and stumble and bumble along the line hoping that any moment, this moment, I???ll find my way home and there is a moment and then another moment when I almost catch the inexpressible by the tail and it slips away again just out of reach but I???m on the scent now and I can see the letters almost forming into words and the words into sentences b
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