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Ambling down the road into the rising morning, the slant of the sunlight just right to put a touch of red on the pendulous gold of the rice fields, I looked up and saw in the shadow from the hill that the air too was filled with small sheets of flickering gold, rising and falling to and from the light on breezes I could not feel and then my mind grew from thoughts of mere precious metals to a congregation of dragonflies testing their wings in the first of this new morning with its amazing sun and perfect air, and I could tell just by looking at the shining excitement of all those spirits on their dancing wings that they knew this world and this morning were precisely right.