he said good bye. to be polite and grateful he spoke to her: you taught me how to die, i cannot serve you : as a dead person i am of no use. and thus leaving he knew he could fly.
he did and died again, touching the ground. then he stood up and walked into a strange and unknown place, he lived from wild honey and herbs, drank from
rivers and springs, slept under talking trees, kissed by wind and stars . after forty days he climbed a mountain above the sea where he settled down to sleep.
this is all i know.
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