I do have a full province in my head. Behind these eyebrows and frowns, under these short hairs, I have a full province, and it’s alive, with a great river, lots of oil, an everlasting sun, straight and flat roads, boiling streets and many bus stations. Also, there is a green old house there, as it was; as it will be.
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