A field. A vast green field. Before the sesames blossom. Before violet flowers on every tip.. A hill. One-foot road winding up. Before the cardamoms spills the pungeance. Between the dark meditating trees.. A valley. A cool snowy valley. Before the first rays drips the dew. before the first bird fly for prey.. A breeze. A soothing breeze. Before we fly on wings of time. Before the last song of night stops..
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