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(24)clings low upon the world.We are entering the ruined town of B------The freshness of a new born day opens like a wonderful flower.The air is sweet with dew distilled insence of the grasses, and fragrant with perfume of the simple blooms of the fields.We are marching on the cobble stones of a deserted street.Our measured footfall echoes as we pass through the emptiness of ruinThe Eastern sky is now clear and definite, and enriched with decided crimson and gold. This is so, high above the world, but at the horizon all is yet held in the mist and
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