
Hal lay, his long body clad in a yellow Exotic robe, listening to the interweaving of the melody of birdsongs with the sound of a fountain beyond a screen of three-meter-tall, willow-like trees, to the left of the small, depressed sitting area, like a conversation pit, in which he was resting.

1 November 1923 – 31 January 2001
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