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June 14, 2020
Folder No 7 11.25.11 Plucked Out For Sacred Grounds and to 11.14.12
There is a guard At the entrance To a layer deepIn which live snarling animals. Every so often one crawls up And swallows meMaking -Me him with a long tongue.