holding her hand where will he lead her, one step at a time , she stopped, it was a lake, small lake,, the water was blue and clear, so clear the fishes in it were visible from above, the bed contained shells, mother of pearls and some pearls, the swans swam gracefully on the surface, the lake was surrounded with wild growing flowers in profusion, some bordering it in a circle others leading themselves to grow in the lake itself
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