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... s he thought of the river of the past, the poet Balamo's expression turned melancholic, his gaze lifted to the deep blue sky, as if he were listening for enlightenment from the "red sky."
However, the red, divine sky is the ancient belief of the wilderness, so how could it guide him, a Mexica returning to the lineage of the Canine Descendants?
"O supreme Sun, red sky! The great tree looks up to the Sun, looks up to the sky, trapped on the high Qingqiu. It watches the monkeys run, ...
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