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"The weather is calm, the boat slides slowly along the bank, the excursions are almost enchanting. Innumerable birds unite their voices to the praise of the Creator, the reeds weigh their silver tufts, tamarisks in pink bloom, bossoms spread out a smell of honey, the sky's blue covers this picture, which is reflected in the imaginary water of a fata morgana. I raise my thoughts towards God to praise him for all these miracles." (NHV III/91) ... |
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