The breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns.
Life is like that, so why not relax?
Who can stop us from celebrating?
- Taoist poet Lu Yu
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- Ansley
- We left before the dust had time to settle. And all the broken glass swept off the avenue. And all the way home held your camera like a bible, just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth. And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room. You drop the paper in the water and it all begins to bloom.