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‘Owing to summer floods—trunks of weeping willows growing in profusion on the levee—red fibrous roots. Now that—water had receded, the roots—dried out. The willow leaves had yellowed—fallen into the river—He let his eyes drift westward, past the jute field to a patch of sweet potatoes—fleshy purple leaves—short vines heavily laden with potatoes bigger—sweeter than most—white skins—red pulp—burst open when cooked—’

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