At long last the ant has reached thither, where its soul was drunken of fantasy and  giddy with a dreamy happiness. It was a soul of the forest, namely: oaken part of the forest with  many species of oaken trees. The heart of the primeval forest were drudic stones. The most beautiful haiku under dreamy sun and melancholic moon could be created by this ant Mary, as if Kant said: ontology of dearest dreams was fulfilled...

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