Farm  26715

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    The sun drills the shire through and through
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Locations in Harold's Library

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            [0] => The sun drills the shire through and through / till the farm is a furnace, the yard / a quivering wickerwork of flame. Pitchforks / rise and fall, bales are fiery ingots.|c
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