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Ears of Indian corn have been waiting for us off-screen; the future fair has started, and it is time for us to see the miracle products of this rich land. The fixed surface of this visual corn holds clues to migrating vengeance, or at least to the temporary locations of otherwise lost souls... these are fossils from the language of Cain. |
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