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There is nothing more serene and soothing than the thought of returning home, after a rough day......
The day was spent walking on the fire-bed, with feet that were accustomed to the cushioned bed of wet morning grass....
A hundred times he lost his way...
A hundred times he had to stumble over camouflaged obstacles...
A hundred times his thirst was fooled by the mirages...
And only when he heard his fate tired of laughing at his helplessness, he found his way before him.....
With dusk dawning upon the patient trees, he walked back towards home, tired and happy....

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