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THE LITTLE CART

little cart jolting and banging through the yellow haze of dusk. The man pushing behind: the woman pulling in front. They have left the city and do not know where to go. "Green, green, those elm-tree leaves: they will cure my hunger, If only we could find some quiet place and sup on them together."

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