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I Was Sand, I Was Snow—written On, Rewritten, Smoothed Over.
-Margaret Atwood
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I Was Sand, I Was Snow—written On,
Margaret Atwood
I Was Sand, I Was Snow—written On, Rewritten, Smoothed Over.
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