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This is such an old story with me, about
Staff and his rules in life, how they were never formed, but
came of themselves, like up out of the ground along the lake,
perhaps like frost heaves, not belonging but suddenly there.
I am compelled to tell you about him. Once there was a man, his
name was Staff, and I came upon him once, fully live, marveling
at the lot given him in this life.
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