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Amidst so much sleeping matter, amidst so many forms that search their wings, their weight, their other form, the ballerina surges, lady of the red ants, tamer of music, hermit that lives in a cave of glass, beautiful woman that sleeps on the bank of a tear. - Paz
🖌 Zinkeisen
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From the depths of the river the autumn cloud rises.
—Wang Changling
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🖌 He Baili