Vincent van Gogh Souvenir de Mauve

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glittering, swirling idea from the hill had watched all this. The alchemist didn’t even know it was there. All he knew was that he was being unusually inventive today.
Now it had a particularly difficult fly.
He glanced out of the stained-glass window. A smoke cloud was rising over uptown Morpork.
‘Bursaar!’
The Bursar arrived within a few seconds, out of breath. Loud noises always upset him.
‘It’s the alchemists, Master,’ he panted. spotted the pie merchant’s mind. It knew that kind of mind. It loved minds like that. A mind that could sell nightmare pies could sell dreams. It leaped. On a hill far away the breeze stirred the cold, grey ash. Further down the hill, in a crack in a hollow between two rocks where a dwarf juniper bush struggled for a Ping, a little trickle of sand began to move. Boom. A fine film of plaster dust drifted down on to the desk of Mustrum Ridcully, the new Archchancellor of Unseen University; just as he was trying to tie