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john9221 · Wysłany: Wto 23:49, 01 Mar 2011

e all animals
attach at times to mere silent companionshipwhen the weary muscles
slacken and the mind marks time.
The wayfarer was lean and keen-featuredand somewhat bowed at the
shoulders; his paws were thin and longhis eyes much wrinkled at the
cornersand he wore small gold ear rings in his neatly-set well-shaped
ears. His knitted jersey was of a faded bluehis breechespatched and
stainedwere based on a blue foundationand his small belongings that he
carried were tied up in a blue cotton handkerchief.
When he had rested awhile the stranger sighedsnuffed the airand
looked about him.
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those are cows we hear cropping the grass behind us and blowing softly
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blue line of cottage smoke against the woodland. The river runs
somewhere close byfor I hear the call of a moorhenand I see by your
build that you're a freshwater mariner. Everything seems asleepand yet
going on all the time. It is a goodly life that you leadfriend; no doubt the
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`Yesit's THE lifethe only lifeto live' responded the Wyilai:
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