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Brown Corpus
After the storm, the sky cleared blue and cool, and fragrant air swept the hills.
When the sun came out, Stevie strode proudly into Orange Square, smiling like a landlord on industrious tenants.
The fountain had brimmed over, the cannon were wet, the soldiers' monument glistened.
Even before the benches had dried, the Civil War veterans were straggling back to their places.
The great spire shone as if the lightning had polished it.
He jumped.
The pointed shadow had nearly touched him.
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