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(5)is black and yet is neither.It flows or glides as it must always onward towards the sea. Yet it is so heavy with sleep that there is not a ripple of laughter to break its smoothness.It just flows as though it were a flood of dreamsPerhaps it is. If you look across to the wood opposite you almost think it must beWhy? Well because the wood is splendid enough to be part of a dream itself.From your edge of the dark water, high and thick, towers and recedes the gorgeous wood, like a wall or a tapestry wonderfully painted or wonderfully woven.It is a rich harmony
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