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The mood comes on—I want to cross Hsi-ling
and so my tiny boat floats in this painting.
Clear ripples, rippling in the breeze
have the power to open up my heart.
What a shame! That traveler on a raft
uselessly traveled to the stars and back.
How much better, the paddle in my hands,
moving, stopping—this is real calm.
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