The Last Day
The last day
Is like every other day
Morning belongs to the dews
Afternoon belongs to the shadows
Evening belongs to the stars
The last day
Is like every other day
Only that
There is no days after
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01 At the crack of dawn, Mother came into my room. She quietly sat by my bedside and said: “Qiong Bao, there is a farmer’s bazaar in th...
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