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the two sons

pick at their respective

scalps and one sits on

the edge of a continent, the

other is in the pool of a small ocean.

One turns into a giant

and reaches his hand into the

nile.  The other shakes his hair loose

and scarabs run out to the

far corners of the earth.  Their

mother sits on the edge of the arctic,

waiting for the sails to point home.

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