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Miranda Field

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Miranda Field

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No mortal ever learns to go to sleep definitively.  No baby, animal or 
vegetable, intends to sink his vehicle in so soundless a lake.  In such
cloudy houses, shadows take the shape of something "put to sleep." Any 
oblivion is a field or maze a creature grazes in for private reasons. The 
edible flower taken