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The beds were intersected by furrows; in each trench there stood,
as if on guard, ranks of hemp stalks, the cypresses of the
vegetable garden, calm, straight, and green; their leaves and
their scent served to defend the beds, for through their leaves
no serpent dares to press, and their scent kills insects and
caterpillars. Farther away towered up the whitish stalks of
poppies; on them you might think a flock of butterflies had
perched, fluttering their wings, on which flashed, with all the
colours of the rainbow, the gleam of precious stones; with so
many different, living tints did the poppies allure the eye. Amid
the flowers, like the full moon amid the stars, a round
sunflower, with a great, glowing face, turned after the sun from
the east to the west.

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