The approach to Dreamland is very beautiful in the last ember-glow of summer, when the leaves have not yet turned to scarlet, but the air is filled with expectation of cooler days, pumpkins, and haystacks. The black cows on the emerald hill gently endure the turning of the celestial wheel, as they have for times past reckoning. Perhaps it is for this reason that the Hindu Religion tells us they are sacred. Surely if anyone may enter Dreamland easily, it is they.
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