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1 " every year it seemsthe jasminecreeps backinto my lifejust when I begin to worrynothing will smell sweetanymore "
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2 " and what if I travelwhen all this rain passesand park outside the fenceof our homesteadand breathe in the universe "
3 " the air of expectation, empty, one last static slip, as if breakingthe circuit on the electric fencebut her mind had traveled milesup to this point,and she could only go alone "