"On my way to home from school I liked to rush down to the landing place by the river where the sand-barges lay, boats with planks running down from them where the sand-diggers carted away loads in barrows from great heaps of wet sand, they loaded the sand up so lightly with their shovels, it looked like as if they were scooping up featherweight sprinkly cloud, which glittered in the sun with every tiny nugget of sand flickering in rainbow colours." Bohumil Hrabal: The Little Town Where Time Stood Still

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