Monday, November 3, 2008

Claude Monet The Seine at Rouen I painting

Claude Monet The Seine at Rouen I paintingClaude Monet The Seine at Asnieres paintingClaude Monet The Rouen Cathedral at Twilight painting
into tree had become so intricate that it was impossible to differentiate between the two. Certain districts of the tree had become well-known lovers' nooks; others were chicken runs. Some of the poorer labourers had constructed rough-and-ready shelters in the angles of stout branches, and actually lived inside the dense ignored, like hopes long since shown to be false. It was a Muslim village, which was why the convert Osman had come here with his clown's outfit and his "boom-boom" bullock after he had embraced the foliage. There were branches that were used as pathways across the village, and children's swings made out of the old tree's beards, and in places where the tree stooped low down towards the earth its leaves formed roofs for many a hutment that seemed to hang from the greenery like the nest of a weaver bird. When the village panchayat assembled, it sat on the mightiest branch of all. The villagers had grown accustomed to referring to the tree by the name of the village, and to the village simply as "the tree". The banyan's non-human inhabitants -- honey ants, squirrels, owls -- were accorded the respect due to fellow-citizens. Only the butterflies were

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