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Qingming, 2008
Low gray could be mistaken for the weight of souls, but it is light as April in Oklahoma, and blackbirds on every side street sing sun that will be along by afternoon. Du Mu must have found his tavern hours ago. But it is too early for sorrow here, and rain looks more like hope than tears in eyes accustomed to dry wind down from mountains. © Steven Schroeder
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