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Cream of the Crop It is paramount. This…this thing, which we see is absolutely vital to our very existence. We look at it directly in the eyes, and we say, “What are you?” As if we don’t know. We walk away and still we wonder what exactly it is. The only thing we know is that this thing is supreme. It is dominant; it is overriding. This thing before us is not minor; it is chief. |
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