Claude Monet Water Lilies

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seemed to go on for a long time. Then the abbot climbed back again.
'You don't know how long I've been looking forward to that,' he said.
There was a village in a lower valley a few miles from the temple, which acted as a sort of service industry. From the air it was a random scattering of small but extremely well-soundproofed huts.
'AnywhereThe container was silver, decorated with small crowns. There was hardly any sand left.
Mort, feeling that the night had thrown everything at him and couldn't get any worse, turned it around carefully to get a glimpse of the name. . . .

,' he said. The abbot shrugged.'One can always hope,' he said. 'I get a nine-month break, anyway. The scenery isn't much, but at least it's in the warm.''Goodbye, then,' said Mort. 'I've got to rush.''Au revoir,' said the abbot, sadly, and turned away.The fires of the Hub Lights were still casting their flickering illumination across the landscape. Mort sighed, and reached for the third glass.