On the morning of the ninth day before September, I was told of an unusual cloud, for its shape and size. After taking a cold bath, he was resting in the sun, studying. He asked for his shoes and walked to the highest part of the town to observe the extraordinary phenomenon. A new cloud was approaching, and it was not clear where it was coming from. The cloud was rising among the trees, like a pine with large branches, and then falling on its own weight, becoming larger: sometime black, sometime white for the dust and ashes it was carrying.
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