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Item No. M5

"The wind wound in the yard.  The pine trees, joyful at the sight of the bride next door, are dancing an endless dance like the luck of the tiles of the pond.  The string of red and green lights and trays filled with red pomegranates have set the neighbouring house on fire.

The guests have come with a branch of wet cloud in their hands to put off the fire.  The bride is surprised by the neighing of a horse.  Five dyers bend from the rooftops and watch the party.  Small red candies have taken the colour of their hands' skin.  Now it begins to rain.  The guests look up.  No one has brought an umbrella.  The first seed of pomegranate that comes from the sky murmurs something.  There is an uproar of commotion of wet sparrows and the tumultuous wind.  What is this pomegranate seed saying?

I wish all this was not just a commotion."