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Jan 2018
The winter's sunlight is cold
while we reach out to grasp the strings of light
threaded through the sky.

We glance at the ashened clouds,
patterned with tree branches strangling each other
to seize the free birds.

Isn't it true that
moonflowers only bloom at night,
for they're afraid of the sun's touch?
Yueyi Yao
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Yueyi Yao
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