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Dear Lucy

White spots bouncing off brown, some staying behind showing where a family or two of last summer's fleas had been. A lady's ambling movement toward the oasis of shade lying beneath its full-leafed oak of a tree. To do some scratching, a little soft dreaming, some, dear Lucy.

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