Transcription: Topping a hill, he paused to contemplate the road before him. Was there any end to his view? Off in the crystalline distance, he could see the end of ocean. There were the Pillars of Heracles marked the end of Gia's realm. The fleetest ships skimming the waves looked still, suspended in a great hush. Vineyards, wheat fields, and olive groves tumbled down the hills below him, while hardy plowmen wrote their great wandering ruminations in lines of earth. Here and there a forge or household hearth sent up a lazy curl of smoke. On a distant slope, a piping shepherd trilled the scattered reframes o ...
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