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She went through another cycle; return to Sheffield,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], engagement in the council work, increasing disgust,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], merging with despair; look around for anything to get her out of it; notice some likely project and seize on it. Run off to check it out. Like Art had said,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she could call her own shots. There was that in power too.
The next time out it was soil that drew her. "Air,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], water,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], earth," Art said. "Next it'll be forest fires,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], eh?"
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"Siberians."
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