"Spring isalways like what it used to be."
Said an oldChinese man.
Rain hissed downthe windows.
Longings from agreat distance.
Reached us.
"Spring isalways like what it used to be."
Said an oldChinese man.
Rain hissed downthe windows.
Longings from agreat distance.
Reached us.
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