Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Children on the Beach Valencia

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tinted spectacles, Rincewind knew – he looked at it through a rose-tinted brain, too, and heard it through rose-tinted ears.
The drawing near, alerted by Trymon.
But a small and solitary figure was also watching from the cover of a handy fallen stone. One of the Disc's greatest legends watched the events in the stone circle with considerable interest.
He saw the druids circle and chant, saw the chief druid I raise his sickle . . .'
Heard the voice.
'I say! Excuse me! Can I have a word?'chant was rising inexorably to a crescendo. The head druid was testing the edge of his sickle and all eyes were turned to the finger of stone on the snowy hills beyond the circle where the moon was due to make a guest appearance.'It's no use you—'But Rincewind was talking to himself. However, the chilly landscape outside the circle was not entirely devoid of life. For one thing a party of wizards was even now