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In my garden I looked up to see a flight of jets go down the sky, and heartbeats later, on one knee, heard disembodied sound go trailing by. Still on my knees where gardeners should be, I placed some dry seed in the broken sod from which, God willing, presently will come a crop of green peas in the pod.

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