PREVIEW
... low branches, not caring about the bursts of thunder, not caring about the spring rain.
He lay there quietly, listening to the consciousness that could melt the soul.
It is a story, and it is also the joy of awakening.
"I've heard so many stories..."
"There is a story told by birds flying in the sky. A falcon told me that it wanted to build a house on me. As long as it built a house on me, the bird it liked would definitely be with it..."
"There is a mouse digg ...
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