The cloud strokes the hair of the mountain before traveling to another country. The mountain stands still and wait for the cloud to return next time. In the perfumed heat of a summer morning the silent snow of thought melts. River carries the message through the ancient path to the cloud. The cloud returns back for a while with the mountain until she leaves again. The mountain stands still and waits.
"What can we learn from it?" asks the child.
"Wait, till the silence where we all meet." replies the traveler.
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