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Abstract
A full moon sheared the tip of a pine. Lying in bed, a woodsman and
his wife saw it one December night. "Something must be done," said
his wife. "I know it's a sign."
COinS
A full moon sheared the tip of a pine. Lying in bed, a woodsman and
his wife saw it one December night. "Something must be done," said
his wife. "I know it's a sign."