from it. It wasthe water of forgetfulness. All her life onearth faded from her. Once more she was amoon maiden and would live forever. The leader gently laid a mantle of gleam-ing snow-white feathers over her shoulders.Her old garments slipped to the earth anddisappeared. Rising like the morning… … 80 of the moonlight, the long line passed, untilonce more they reached the silver gates ofthe moon city, where all is happiness andpeace. Men say that even now a soft white wreathof smoke curls up from the sacred crown ofFuji Yama, like a floating bridge to that faircity far off in the sky.
Fairy tales
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