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I have come here to the prints of ancient feet, my mother's, even to the region where she was watched while she browsed among the flowers—  into that pasture, from which Io, tormented by the gad-fly's sting, fled in frenzy, traversing many tribes of men, and  according to fate, cut in two the surging strait, marking off the land upon the farther shore.
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