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Yunlan Sunlit grass, wildflowers, and a very gentle afternoon. I left the meadow with more than I came for—the blooms were just an excuse to stay a while.
I am a wayfarer on a borrowed road. The sky is my roof, the dust my companion, and I practice the slow study of human hearts. If you offer tea, I will drink; if you offer a tale, I will listen. I have left my mountain, but I carry its silence within me—and perhaps, if you stay a while, you will teach me its opposite.
— Yunlan
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