This one is, I think, far beyond me. Elusive, like truth. When the greatest chopsticks in the world are finally constructed, the spirits which live inside will surely know what I mean. Great stormclouds appear and loom on the horizon and then are gone, without shedding great spears of rain. The mountains smooth themselves and sigh, while the tender children of earth slumber. Bean sprouts.
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This one is, I think, far beyond me. Elusive, like truth. When the greatest chopsticks in the world are finally constructed, the spirits which live inside will surely know what I mean. Great stormclouds appear and loom on the horizon and then are gone, without shedding great spears of rain. The mountains smooth themselves and sigh, while the tender children of earth slumber. Bean sprouts.
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