We went on, cutting through the branches, and it was as if we were swimming through a sea of leaves, with the bushes as waves rising and falling and rising around us, and flinging their green sprays high to the treetops.

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“Joy is the goal of existence, and joy is not to be stumbled upon, but to be ach…”

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