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... In early winter, the vegetation withered, the world turned a dull yellow. Along the mountain roads came, from time to time, the jingling of mule bells, while travelers in heavy coats trudged along.
The Daoist too wore thick clothing, leaning on a bamboo staff as he walked along the mountain ridge, pausing now and then to gaze into the distance. At his side padded a cat, keeping close. Meanwhile, a swallow alighted briefly to rest.
They had just dismounted from the back of a great ...
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