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 Sant' Egidio Wanting only  	dogma Umbrian fields by the city’s shimmer wanting a certain doctrinal air steps mid-mountain to the gates “The doors are locked?” a helper says. “Tonight the owners eat with us. “Inside the toolshed’s their grand table. “Knock tomorrow. Someone will answer.” 
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