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making starfishto the untrained eye starfish have no front or back but village women know better these days they cut stencils from discarded x-ray plates create whole beds of starfish on bark cloth and cotton sheets when you cut x-rays they utter a peculiar cry but starfish split silently make more of themselves to fill up empty spaces something the lonely could do |
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