The gipsy-like student looked about him and addressed the onlookers in an indistinct bleating voice. A soft liquid joy like the noise of many waters flowed over his memory and he felt in his heart the soft peace of silent spaces of fading tenuous sky above the waters, of oceanic silence, of swallows flying through the sea-dusk over the flowing waters. He thought his face must be white because it felt so cool. It might be difficult for you to live here now.
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