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In the evenings, Grandma Sugar would take her spot in her favorite chair. One evening, I ran over after I finished picking a few beans. "Child, can you hear that?" she asked. "What?" I asked. "Silence, child, silence. It's wonderful. Look at that sky! It looks like your Grandma took her paintbrush and mixed up some colors. Take it all in, child."
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