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Kuddus was the first to see the girl. He had gone out near the river bank to relieve himself. The winter had not set yet, but the river was beginning to feel its pull. There was a little fog, one coul
As Life and Nature are not great with reference to the Present only, But greater still from what is yet to come, Out of that formula for Thee I sing Walt Whitman, One Song, America, Before I Go All pa