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Sleep, and sleeping was carried over Taos and Tesuque; over Nambe and Picuris and Pojoaque, over Sia and Cochiti, over La- guna and Acoma and the Head Mis- tress's waist. It yielded, willowily. He was like a cat that could possibly.

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