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May 2018
I'm longing for my promised land
words fly free like birds
building bridges between cultures
the world is whirling
in the words of Li Bai
peace is a flower
it blossoms gently
in the Chinese garden
opening the sky for everyone
Written by
Anna Banasiak
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