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#LXXIIIelle a marché sur la terre
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And were writing with the diamond pencils on the gold slates, and looking at the prints in the book that had cost half the kingdom. Only, instead of making sums on the slates, as heretofore, they wrote down the valiant deeds they had achieved, and all that they had done and seen; and in the print-book everything was living-the birds were singing, and the figures were walking out of the book. But the moment the latter turned over the leaves, they jumped back into their places, that no disorder might ensue. The sun was already high in the heavens when she woke. Not that she could see the sun, for the lofty trees were arching over her head, but its beams were playing here and there, like the fluttering of a gold gauze scarf; and there came a sweet fragrance from the woods, and the birds almost perched on her shoulders. She heard the rippling of water, which proceeded from several largestreams that fell into land. That's when she was rise and shine, the goddess of Nirvana disguised as a mortal being.
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