Then at dawn we came down to  a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness.
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
-T.S. Eliot-

Illustration: Edgar Degas

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