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Mom, I shouted. She was next to me. To her I said, can I throw these two stones into the river? Intently she looked. To her, held up a fish I caught. To me she said, enough we have for tonight’s dinner. I turned and let go the fish, the seer. On the bank of a river, I slept. Mom, I shouted, in my dream. She returned with the fish, in her bosom.