The history of a stony forest to which you could arrive for a serpentine road, and that it was necessary to cross to find the magic corners of the river... In them, the vaporous fog that were spread soggily everywhere from the crystalline water, encouraged that sculptural forest, and they granted him color, aroma, and the flapping of the life. But until arriving at that revitalizing river that hid in the most secret place in the forest, it was necessary to go into first for among those dismal and grizzly trees of sharp leaves. There in the static bottom it arose suddenly, winding and cooing with their eloquent waters to the stony masses of foliage that wrapped it. These responded him charmed with the song of the echo, as an immense organ of infinite tubes.



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