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I am so happy, my dearest, so completely immersed in the feeling of calm existence that my art suffers as a result. I could not draw now, not a stroke, and have never been a greater painter than at these moments. When the dear valley steams around me, and the high sun rests on the surface of the impenetrable darkness of my forest, and only a few rays steal into the inner sanctuary, and then I lie in the high grass by the falling brook, and closer to the earth a thousand manifold grasses become strange to me; When I feel the swarming of the little world between the stalks, the innumerable, unfathomable shapes of the little worms, the little mosquitoes, closer to my heart, and feel the presence of the Almighty, who created us in his image, the blowing of the All-loving One, who carries and sustains us, floating in eternal bliss; my friend! When it then dawns around my eyes, and the world around me and the heavens rest entirely in my soul like the form of a

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