This glade, the man takes but
a step, and he is there. The sun shines, rays sliding down from the heaven,
finding holes between leaves and branches and ultimately resting upon the
iridescent flowers, but in such a way that there is no spot in the glade where
shadow is to be found. The flowers – figures still and slender – form tableau
more breath-taking than anything a man or woman has ever crafted. The man strides into the glade and the
flowers shift their disproportionate heads, making place for his heavy steps,
and then return to their initial positions. He chooses a place amid a batch of
lilacs and lays there, resting with the radiant rays of the sun. He closes his
eyes and his face melts into a smile. The line between reality and dream
gradually disappears.
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