He walked briskly. He was all wrapped up in his joy. He was filled with songs, packed in his throat and pressing against his teeth. He puckered up his lips. It was a joy of which he wanted to savour all the smell and taste the juice as long as possible, like a sheep eating grass in the evening among the hills. He went on like that, until the beautiful silence had settled within him and around him, like a meadow.
-Jean Giono
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