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... ofs, short and fat chimneys could be seen. It was near dinner time, smoke curled out from the chimneys in twists, radiating warmth.
Inside the white temple on the edge of the village, the priest, who was supposed to be praying, stood beneath the long stone steps with his sleeves dangling.
Once again, he was rendered speechless lookking up at the sleeping man leaning on the stone pillar at the entrance of the temple..
The priest thought that dozing off at the door of ...
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