Meeting Benches World art in all forms
They did not have anything else to say? Their eyes, however, were full of words the most serious. While they struggled to find trivial phrases, they felt filled both by the same languor. It was like a whisper of the soul, deep, continuous, who had won the item. Amazed by this new, soft feeling, not thinking even to explain their meaning, to discover the cause. The future happiness, as the banks of the tropics, projected on the immensity that precedes them, their soft scent like a fragrant breeze: we slip in ecstasy and it does not matter if you can not see the horizon.
(Gustave Flaubert)
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