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From two ears that had grown side by side, the grains of one shot up joyfully into the light, projecting themselves into the future, and the grains from the other lay still in the earth and rotted and nobody knew why.

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Willa Cather
Age: 73 †
Born: 1873
Born: December 7
Died: 1947
Died: April 24
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Willa Sibert Cather
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Ears
Projecting
Earth
Nobody
Joyfully
Still
Side
Grains
Knew
Grain
Sides
Grown
Future
Lays
Two
Shot
Light
Shots
Rotted

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