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White garlic pan-fried in dew

Farmers Towering trees shade a brushwood gate, emerald moss dappled with falling light. They hoe lotus, a mountain moon rising, and then, searching thin mist for a trail, the old man leads a child, eyes following their starveling ox taking … Continue reading

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When the evening came, and the sweet shrill cry of the kites, that fills the daylight, stopped, ‘Awiz appeared with three paraffin lanterns, which he dotted about the floor in various places, and, having given me my supper, departed to … Continue reading