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      I embraced the summer dawn.

      Nothing was stirring yet on the fronts of the palaces. The water was dead. The crowds of shadows had not yet left the woodland road. I walked, waking vivid warm breaths, and the precious stones looked up, and wings rose without sound.

      The first adventure, on the path already full of cool pale gleams, was a flower that told me its name.

      I smiled at the blond dishevelled waterfall among the fir trees: on the silvered peak I recognised the Goddess.

      Then I lifted the veils one by one. In the lane, waving my arms. On the plain where I denounced her to the cockerel. In the city, she fled among bell-towers and domes, and, running like a beggar across the marble quays, I chased after her.

      At the top of the road, near a laurel wood, I surrounded her with her gathered veils, and I felt her vast body a little. Dawn and the child fell down at the foot of the wood.

      Waking, it was noon.

“I never really understood the word ‘loneliness’. As far as I was concerned, I was in an orgy with the sky and the ocean and with nature."