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The reeds and rushes in the water meadows are now almost as tall as I am. In the breeze, they ripple like a green sea, a froth of creamy meadowsweet flowers capping the waves. If I close my eyes, I can imagine myself on a quiet shore. As I walk the path through the meadow, I smile, feeling like Moses parting the waves.
Everything is lush.
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A bizarre but gripping story about a taxi driver who accidentally founds a religion in the distant future.
A preposterous idea, but it makes for a funny film.
Beautiful, political modern folk with its feet rooted in the past.
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Ah, a lovely image. Thank you.----- Thanks! I couldn't really do it justice--it was much more beautiful than I could possibly describe.
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