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Crunching his way through the snow, his face numb, he admired the beauty of the way the snow had settled on the trees. Everything seemed so much quieter and more peaceful in this weather, as if the snow was soaking up the sound. Perhaps it was.
'It is better to put your trust in the Lord, than to put your trust in man!'
Perhaps it didn't quite soak up the sound well enough. Street preaching at this time in the morning! On a Tuesday!...
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"No one was behaving from very Buddhist motives. Then, thought Pigsy, he was hardly a Buddha, nor was he a monkey. Presently, he was a pig spirit changed into a little girl pretending to be a little boy to be offered to a water monster. It was all very simple to a pig spirit."
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