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She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. ” “Oh. "I've been to all the flash cases in town, and can hear nothing of him or his wives.
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