This pool
is famous all over the world. People have visited it in their dreams. This
edge, this line, this girl, this grass; is it any wonder, is it not
instructive; when you're getting a wet arse and a light head without plunging
in the stream. The stream which leads to nowhere, crystal tinkles like a flute;
she fills the pond with miracles which swim her length in languor,
corpulent-mute with secret private knowledge. This Disney reflection tarnishes
the surface and ridicules her to the depths but the joke is as funny as a tuna
addict and soon shall pass in banished faints and languishment.
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