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 hand through the garden, supremely happy, supremely young. Sometimes she perched on the top of a stone wall while he recited love chants to her. It was easy to invent poems while she was with him. His very soul seemed to be singing in ecstasy when she was in the garden. There was a time when he wrote a tiny book for her eyes alone called, "Garden Love Songs." It pleased her enormously, especially the closing verse.

Life in that garden for Hung Long Tom was almost too perfect. Perfect happiness angers the gods. They fear that their estate is being usurped by man. He had reached the highest pinnacle of happiness for a few