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'There was once an hermit who lived alone in the woods. While venturing out
of his hut one day, he spied a deer. The creature was so beautiful and he
had been alone for so long, that he ran to it and tried to put his arms about
her neck, but the deer was frightened and ran away.
Many moons later, he was venturing out again. He saw a rose bush, with a single
bud on the verge of opening. The hermit was wiser this time and he sat by the
rosebush and waited until the flower reached full bloom. When it was fully open,
it was the most beautiful and the most sweet smelling of all flowers. It
remained as fresh as the day it bloomed for the rest of the old hermit's life.' |
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