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“Or it is death, the everlasting kind, not like a field, not at all like a field, which lives even as it dies, and dies as it lives. Also unlike the field, there was a time before this was here. It moved in, but we don‘t remember when, like a stepmother who came so long ago she‘s erased all memory of our mother.”