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Common Things Il faut que chaque mot qui tombe soit le fruit bien mûr de la succulence intérieure, la goutte qui glisse du bec de la bécasse à point.
Each word that falls must be the ripe fruit of inner succulence, the drop that slips from the beak of the ripe woodcock.
