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At the edge of the moor, at the first hush of light, she welcomed the wake, that old poetic state when sleep loosens its hold and consciousness returns.
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At the edge of the moor, at the first hush of light, she welcomed the wake, that old poetic state when sleep loosens its hold and consciousness returns.
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