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"A gentle light breeze from the fields
blows with the odour of crushed corns out in
the threshing, dragging over the vineyards
the refreshing dew of blandness that ripens
the early figs and at the same time swells
the fig bunches..."
in "O País das Uvas", Fialho d'Almeida"
 "In
my garden, when spring comes, you can't
imagine how fresh it is, how exuberant and
alive the birds are. The whole orchard
blooms out in the sun trashing about over
the grasses flacked with lilies and clovers."
in "O País das Uvas", Fialho d'Almeida
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