And there was a tree beneath that platform of dust, wherefrom there shone a climate of fulfilment and banishment of intoxication. Beneath this facade of jubilation, there lay an uncanny sort of rhythm which flowed unto the senses and became, at once, at one with myself. I had not, in my memory, come across such sensibilities of nature before. It conjured in me all sorts of feelings and glee.

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