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| dad7312 | he crawled among the gnarls and snags of his father's vineyard, tying errant tendrils back to the stakes with rough brown cord that was to his mind the exact color and texture of righteous, doomed effort. | Michael Cunningham | ||
| 0e0aaf0 | His father had a merciless eye that could find one bad straw in ten bales of good intentions. | Michael Cunningham |