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something was sparkling there, maybe a cat’s eye, maybe a
rabbit’s fur; “…because it is fantastic, these yellow houses in
the sun”, and because from behind the window blind I see
myself as I’m walking on the street, as I’m moving my
wooden hands, as leafstalks, water lilies and roses are
growing on me; “my friend the factor is at the end of the
street on the left, between the two bridges of the railroad.”