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is hanging half out and from which saliva is dripping like red drops of blood, is again and again staring outside.
In that mouth unfathomable and bottomless like the nether world has disappeared my sight slipping, my feet stand ...... slipping at the bank, and my prana (vitality) just going away stays at the pain, my eyes whirl. He saw me, somewhat dimly came in my sight too that fear! Yes fear!! The great fear!!!”
Thus crying, "chirr chirr "save... save... save... ! Save me, what.. not? Tell Lord!" And, the mati of the craftsman shuddering with fear clings to his chest. At once the craftsman's hand of fearlessness moves on the head of the mati, and that is sufficient!
136 :: Silent Soil
