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A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring.
When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface.
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth.
when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with forms of the insects and flies.
then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath
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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
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