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Matarese Circle Matarese Circle Matarese Circle Matarese Circle PART I We three Kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar.. The band of carolers huddled at the comer, stamping their feet and swinging their arms, their young voices penetrating the cold night air between the harsh sounds of automobile horns and police whistles and the metallic strains of Christmas music blaring from storefront speakers. The snowfall was dense, snarling traffic, causing the hordes of last-minute shoppers to shield their eyes. Nevertheless, they managed to sidestep each other, as well as the lurching automobiles, and the mounds of slush. Tires spun on the wet streets; buses inched in maddening starts and stops, and the bells of uniformed Santas kept up their incessant if futile clanging. Field and fountain, Moor and mow-an-ten.... A dark Cadillac sedan turned the comer and crept past the carolers |
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