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From: raimisl@ucsb.edu (Raimondas Lencevicius)
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Subject: [Ayl] Still traveling... ?
Date: 8 Dec 1993 22:45:20 GMT
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	[ADMIN] Ray du Monde is the property of himself and Raimondas
Lencevicius speaking for him. He can be used in a.p.d-i with prior consent
of Raimondas Lencevicius.
	All other characters are property of their respective owners and are
used with their permission.

	Ray du Monde came out of the deep meditation and looked around.
A magnificent forest lay in all directions. The rays of sunlight shone through
the foliage of high and old pine-trees. A light wind moved an occasional
leave of a bush or a dry twig of small birch. Sometimes a movement of a
squirrel was heard or a slow bumble-bee hummed by. The group of travelers seemed
to be in the same place they had begun their journey, though they've already 
traveled for a long time. Though Ray knew that soon there will be dangers and
battles again, he liked the calm of the forest, liked it's trees and bushes,
tiny forest flowers and grass. The voices of birds and the rustling of leaves
made his heart sing and dance together with them. That's why Ray liked to
travel. For it was impossible to know what was ahead: a bloody battle or a bliss
in the nature, noisy town or quiet village inn.
	He smiled widely at his companions and went back into the meditation
while his feet moved graciously after Eski on a velvet moss of the ancient
forest...

	[ADMIN] Merry Christmas and Happy New Year for a.p.d-i folk! 
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Raimondas Lencevicius 		E-mail address: raimisl@cs.ucsb.edu
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