Come, Mr. Tallyman. Tally me bananas; lay down where you will at dawn, and rise at dusk as you will. Tally the winds of time, the quakes of the structure of world, the planting of the seeds, and the fruiting of the bananas. You are the Confessor, the Memory of the World.
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