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SoulMountain作者:GaoXingjian  GaoXingjian  TranslationbyMabelLee  ChapterOne  TheoldbusisacityrejectAftershakinginitfortwelvehoursonthepotholedhighwaysinceearlymorningyouarriveinthismountaincountytownintheSouth  Inthebusstationlitteredwithicelollipoppapersandsugarcanescraps,youstandwithyourbackpackandabagandlookaroundforawhile  Peoplearegettingoffthebusorwalkingpast,menhumpingsacksandwomencarryingbabiesAcrowdofyouths,unhamperedbysacksorbaskets,havetheirhandsfreeTheytakesunflowerseedsoutoftheirpockets,tossthemoneatatimeintotheirmouthsandspitouttheshellsWithaloudcrackthekernelsareexpertlyeatenTobeleisurelyandcarefreeisendemictotheplaceTheyarelocalsandlifehasmadethemlikethis,theyhavebeenhereformanygenerationsandyouwouldn’tneedtogolookinganywhereelseforthemTheearliesttoleavetheplace,ofcourseatthetimethisbusstationdidn’texistandprobablythereweren’tanybuses,travelledbyriverintheblackcanopyboatsandoverlandinhiredcartsorbyfootiftheydidn’thavethemoneyNowadays,aslongastheyarestillabletotraveltheyn,abillboardoraposter,orjustthename"Lingshan"totellyouyou’reontherighttrackandhaven’tbeentrickedintomakingthislongexcursionYoulookeverywherebutdon’tfindanythingTherewerenotouristslikeyouamongsttheotherpassengerswhogotoffthebusOfcourseyou’renotthatsortoftourist,it’sjustwhatyou’rewearing:strongsensiblesportsshoesandabackpackwithshoulderstraps,nooneelseisdressedlikeyouOfcourse,thisisn’toneofthetouristspotsfrequentedbynewlywedsandretireesThoseplaceshavebeentransformedbytourism,coachesareparkedeverywhereandtouristmapsareonsaleTouristhats,touristTshirts,touristsingletsandtouristhandkerchiefsbearingthenameoftheplaceareinallthelittleshopsandstalls,andthenameoftheplaceisusedinthetradenamesofallthe"foreignexchangecurrencyonly"hotelsforforeigners,the"localswithreferencesonly"hostelsandsanatoriums,andofcoursethesmallprivatehotelscompetingforcustomersYouhaven’tcometoenjoyyourselfinoneofthoseplacesonthesunnysideofamountainwherepeoplecongregatejusttolookatandjostleoneanother,andtoaddtothelitterofmelonrind,fruitpeel,softdrinkbottles,cans,cartons,sandwichwrappingsandcigarettebuttsSoonerorlaterthisplacewillalsoboombutyou’reherebeforetheyputupthegaudypavilionsandterraces,beforethereporterscomewiththeircameras,andbeforethecelebritiescometoputupplaqueswiththeircalligraphyYoucan’thelpfeelingratherpleasedwithyourselfyetyou’reanxiousThere’snosignofanythingherefortourists,haveyoumadeablunderYou’reonlygoingbythemaponthecigaretteboxinyourshirtpocket,whatiftheexpertamateuryoumetonthetrainhadonlyheardabouttheplaceonhistravelsHowdoyouknowhewasn’tjustmakingitallupYouhaven’teverseentheplacementionedintravelaccountsandit’snotlistedinthemostuptodatetravelmanualsOfcourse,itisn’thardtofindplaceslikeLingtai,Lingqiu,LingyanandevenLingshanonprovincialmapsandyouknowverywellthatinthehistoriesandclassics,LingshanappearsinworksdatingbacktotheancientshamanisticworkClassicoftheMountainsandSeas,andtheoldgeographicalgazetteerAnnotatedWaterClassicItwasalsoatLingshanthatBuddhaenlightenedtheVenerableMahakashyapaYou’renotstupid,sojustuseyourbrains,firstfindthisplaceWuyizhenonthecigarettebox,forthisishowyou’llgettoLingshan  YoureturntothebusstationandgointothewaitingroomThebusiestplaceinthissmalltownisnowdesertedTheticketwindowandtheparcelwindowareboardedupfromtheinsidesoknockingisuselessThere’snowheretoasksoyoucanonlygothroughthelistsofstopsabovetheticketwindow:ZhangVillage,SandyFlat,CementFactory,OldHut,GoldenHorse,GoodHarvest,FloodWaters,DragonBay,PeachBlossomHollow…thenameskeepgettingbetter,buttheplaceyouwantisn’tthereThisisjustasmalltownbutthereareseveralroutesandquiteafewbusesgothroughThebusiestroute,withfiveorsixbusesaday,istoCementFactorybutthat’sdefinitelynotatouristrouteTheroutewiththefewestbuses,oneaday,issuretogotothefurthestdestination:itturnsoutthatWuyizhenisthelaststopThere’snothingspecialaboutthename,it’sjustlikeanyotherplacenameandthere’snothingmagicalaboutitStill,youseemtohavefoundoneendofahopelesstangle,youmaynotbeecstaticbutyou’recertainlyrelievedYou’llneedtobuyaticketinthemorninganhourbeforedepartureandyouknowfromexperiencethatwithmountainbuseslikethis,whichrunonceaday,justtogetonwillbeafightUnlessyou’repreparedtodobattle,you’lljusthavetogetintothequeueearly  But,rightnow,you’vegotlotsoftime,althoughyourbackpack’sanuisanceAsyouamblealongtheroadtimbertrucksgobynoisilysoundingtheirhornsInthetownthenoiseisworsestillastrucks,somewithtrailers,blastontheirhornsandconductorshangoutofwindowsloudlybangingthesidesofthebusestogetpedestriansofftheroad  TheoldbuildingsonbothsidesstandflushwiththeroadandallhavewoodenshopfrontsThedownstairsisforbusinessandupstairs,washinghungouttodrynappies,bras,underpantswithpatchedcrotches,floralprintbedspreadslikeflagsofallthenations,flapinthenoiseanddustofthetrafficTheconcretetelegraphpolesalongthestreetarepastedateyelevelwithallsortsofpostersOneforcuringbodyodourcatchesyourattentionThisisnotbecauseyou’vegotbodyodourbutbecauseofthefancylanguageandthewordsinbracketsafter"bodyodour"  Bodyodour(knownalsoasscentoftheimmortals)isadisgustingconditionwithanawful,nauseatingsmellItoftenaffectssocialrelationshipsandcandelaylife’smajorevent:marriageItdisadvantagesyoungmenandwomenatjobinterviewsorwhentheytrytoenlist,thereforeinflictingmuchsufferingandanguishByusinganewtotaltreatment,wecaninstantlyeradicatetheodourwitharateofuptosuccessForjoyinlifeandfuturehappiness,wewelcomeyoutocomeandridyourselfofit…  Afterthatyoucometoastonebridge:nobodyodourhereandthere’sacool,refreshingbreezeThebridgespanningthebroadriverhasabitumensurfacebutthecarvedmonkeysonthewornstonepoststestifytoitslonghistoryYouleanontheconcreterailingandsurveythetownshipalongsidethebridgeOnbothbanks,blackrooftopsoverlappinglikefishscalesstretchendlesslyintothedistanceThevalleyopensoutbetweentwomountainswheretheupperareasofgoldpaddyfieldsareinlaidwithclustersofgreenbamboosTheriverisblueandclearasitleisurelytricklesoverthesandyshoresbutclosetothegranitepylonsdividingthecurrentitbecomesinkygreenanddeepJustpastthehumpofthebridgetherushingwaterchurnsloudlyandwhitefoamsurfacesfromwhirlpoolsThetenmetrehighstoneembankmentisstainedwithwaterlevels:thenewgreyishyellowlineswereprobablyleftbytherecentsummerfloodsCanthisbetheYouRiverAnddoesitflowdownfromLingshan  ThesunisabouttosetThebrightorangediscisinfusedwithlightbutthere’snoglareYougazeintothedistanceatthehazylayersofjaggedpeakswherethetwosidesofthevalleyjoinThisominousblackimagenibblesattheloweredgesoftheglowingsunwhichseemstoberevolvingThesunturnsadarkred,gentler,andprojectsbrilliantgoldreflectionsontotheentirebendoftheriver:thedarkblueofthewaterfusingwiththedazzlingsunlightthrobsandpulsatesAsthereddiscseatsitselfinthevalleyitbecomesserene,awesomelybeautiful,andtherearesoundsYouhearsounds,elusive,distinctlyreverberatingfromdeepinyourheartandradiatingoutwardsuntilthesunseemstopropitselfuponitstoes,stumble,thensinkintotheblackshadowsofthemountains,scatteringglowingcoloursthroughouttheskyAneveningwindblowsnoisilybyyourearsandcarsdrivepast,asusualsoundingtheirdeafeninghornsYoucrossthebridgeandseethereanewstonewithengravedcharacterspaintedinred:"YongningBridgeBuiltinthethirdyearoftheKaiyuanreignperiodoftheSongDynastyandrepairedinThisstonewaslaidin"Itnodoubtmarksthebeginningofthetouristindustryhere  TwofoodstallsstandattheendofthebridgeIntheoneontheleftyoueatabowlofbeancurd,thesmoothandtastykindwithalltherightingredientsHawkersusedtosellitinthestreetsandlanesitcompletelydisappearedsometimeagobuthasnowrevivedasfamilyenterprisesInthestallontherightyoueattwodelicioussesamecoatedshallotpancakes,straightoffthestoveandpipinghotThenatoneofthestalls,youcan’trememberwhichone,youeatabowlofsweetyuanxiaodumplingsbroiledinricewine:theyarethesizeoflargepearlsOfcourse,you’renotasacademicaboutfoodasMrMatheSecondwhotouredWestLakebutyoudohaveaheftyappetiteYousavourthisfoodofyourancestorsandlistentocustomerschattingwiththeproprietorsThey’remostlylocalsandallknowoneanotherYoutryusingthemellifluouslocalaccenttobefriendly,youwanttobeoneofthemYou’velivedinthecityforalongtimeandneedtofeelthatyouhaveahometownYouwantahometownsothatyou’llbeablereturntoyourchildhoodtorecollectlonglostmemories  OnthissideofthebridgeyoueventuallyfindaninnonanoldcobblestonestreetThewoodenfloorshavebeenmoppedandit’scleanenoughYougetasmallsingleroomwhichhasaplankbedwithabamboomatonitThecottonblanketisasuspiciousgrey,eitherithasn’tbeenwashedproperlyorthat’stheoriginalcolourYouthrowasidethegreasypillowfromunderthebamboomatandluckilyit’shotsoyoucandowithoutthebeddingWhatyouneedrightnowistooffloadyourluggagewhichhasbecomequiteheavy,washoffthedustandsweat,strip,andstretchyourselfoutonthebedThere’sshoutingandyellingnextdoorThey’regamblingandyoucanhearthempickingupandthrowingdownthecardsAtimberpartitionseparatesyouand,throughtheholespokedintothepapercoveringthecracks,youmakeouttheblurredfiguresofsomebarechestedmenYou’renotsotiredthatyoucandropofftosleepjustlikethatYoutaponthewallandinstantlythere’sloudshoutingnextdoorThey’renotshoutingatyoubutamongstthemselves:therearealwayswinnersandlosersandtheloseristryingtogetoutofpayingThey’reopenlygamblingintheinndespitethePublicSecurityOfficenoticeonthewallprohibitinggamblingandprostitution:youdecidetocheckwhetherthelawhasanyeffectYouputonsomeclothes,godownthecorridorandknockonthehalfcloseddoorYourknockingmakesnodifference,theykeepshoutingandyellinginsideandnobodytakesnoticeSoyoupushopenthedoorandgoinThefourmensittingaroundthebedinthemiddleoftheroomallturntolookatyouButit’syouandnottheywhogetsarudeshockThemenallhavebitsofpaperstuckontheirfaces,ontheforehead,lips,noseandcheeks,andtheylookuglyandridiculousTheyaren’tlaughingandareglaringatyouYou’vebuttedinandthey’reclearlyannoyed  "Oh,you’replayingcards,"yousay,puttingonanapologeticlook  TheygoonwiththeirgameThelongpapercardshaveredandblackmarkingslikemahjong,there’saGateofHeavenandaPrisonofHellThewinnerpenalizestheloserbytearingoffastripofnewspaperandstickingitonadesignatedspotWhetherthisisaprank,awayoflettingoffsteam,oratally,isagreeduponbythegamblersandthereisnowayforoutsiderstoknowwhatit’sallabout  Youbeataretreat,gobacktoyourroom,liedownagain,andseeathickmassofblackspecksaroundthelightglobeMillionsofmosquitoesarewaitingforthelighttogooutsothattheycancomedowntofeastonyourbloodYouquicklyletdownthemosquitonetandareenclosedinanarrowconicalspace,atthetopofwhichisabamboohoopIt’sbeenalongtimesinceyou’vesleptunderahooplikethis,andyou’velongsincepassedtheageofbeingabletostareatthehooptoloseyourselfinreverieToday,youcan’tknowwhattraumastomorrowwillbringYou’velearntthroughexperienceeverythingyouneedtoknowWhatelseareyoulookingforWhenamangetstomiddleageshouldn’thebelookingforapeacefulandstableexistence,findanottoodemandingsortofajob,stayinamediocreposition,becomeahusbandandafather,setupacomfortablehome,putmoneyinthebankandaddtoiteverymonthsothere’llbesomethingforoldageandalittleleftoverforthenextgeneration  ChapterTwo  ItisintheQiangregionhalfwayupQionglaiMountain,intheborderareasoftheQinghaiTibetanhighlandsandtheSichuanbasin,thatIwitnessavestigeofearlyhumancivilization,theworshipoffireFire,thebringerofcivilization,hasbeenworshippedbytheearlyancestorsofhumansbeingseverywhereItissacredHeissittinginfrontofthefiredrinkingliquorfromabowlBeforeeachsipheputsafingerintoitandflickssomeonthecharcoalswhichsplutternoisilyandsendoutbluesparksItisonlythenthatIperceivethatItooamreal  "That’sfortheGodoftheCookingStove,it’sthankstohimthatwecaneatanddrink,"hesays  Thedancinglightofthefireshinesonhisthincheeks,thehighbridgeofhisnose,andhischeekbonesHetellsmeheisoftheQiangnationalityandthathe’sfromGengdavillagedownthemountainIcan’taskstraightoutaboutdemonsandspirits,soItellhimI’mheretodosomeresearchonthefolksongsofthemountainDotraditionalsongmastersanddancersstillexisthereHesayshe’soneofthemThemenandwomenallusedtoformacirclearoundthefireanddancerightthroughtodaybreak,butlateronitwasbanned  "Why"IknowquitewellbutIaskI’mbeingdishonestagain  "ItwastheCulturalRevolutionTheysaidthesongsweredirtysowechangedtosingingSayingsofMaoZedongsongsinstead"  "Andwhataboutafterthat"IpersistinaskingThisisbecomingahabit  "NoonesingsthoseanymorePeoplearedoingthedancesagainbutnotmanyoftheyoungpeoplecandothem,I’mteachingthedancestosomeofthem"  IaskhimforademonstrationWithouthesitation,heinstantlygetstohisfeetandproceedstodanceandsingHisvoiceislowandrich,he’sgotagoodvoiceI’msurehe’sQiangevenifthepoliceinchargeofthepopulationregisterinsistthatheisn’tTheythinkanyoneclaimingtobeTibetanorQiangistryingtoevadebirthrestrictionsandhavemorechildren  HesingssongaftersongHesayshe’safunlovingperson,IbelievehimWhenhefinishedupasvillagehead,hewentbacktobeingoneofthemountainpeople,anoldmountainmanwholikesgoodfun,unfortunatelyheispasttheageforromance  Healsoknowsincantations,thekindhuntersusewhentheygointothemountainsTheyarecalledmountainblackmagicorhexesandhehasnoqualmsaboutusingthemHereallybelievestheycandrivewildanimalsintopitsorgetthemtostepintosnaresTheyaren’tusedonlyonanimals,they’realsousedagainstotherhumansbeingsforrevengeAvictimofmountainblackmagicwon’tbeabletofindhiswayoutofthemountainsTheyarelikethe"demonwalls"Iheardaboutasachild:whensomeonehasbeentravellingforsometimeatnightinthemountains,awall,aclifforadeepriverappearsrightinfrontofhim,sothathecan’tgoanyfurtherIfthespellisn’tbrokentheperson’sfeetdon’tmoveforwardandevenifhekeepswalking,hestaysexactlywherehestartedoffOnlyatdaybreakdoeshediscoverthathehasbeengoingaroundincirclesThat’snotsobad,theworstiswhenapersonisledintoablindalley:thatmeansdeath  HeintonesstringsofincantationsIt’snotslowandrelaxedlikewhenheissinging,butjustnannannanatoaquickbeatIcan’tunderstanditatallbutIcanfeelthemysticalpullofthewords,ademonicawesomeatmosphereinstantlypermeatestheroom,theinsideofwhichisblackfromsmokeTheglowoftheflameslickingtheironpotofmuttonstewmakehiseyesglintThisisallstarklyreal  WhileyousearchfortheroutetoLingshan,IwanderalongtheYangtzeRiverlookingforthissortofrealityIhadjustgonethroughacrisisandthen,ontopofthat,adoctorwronglydiagnosedmewithlungcancerDeathwasplayingajokeonmebutnowthatI’veescapedthedemonwall,IamsecretlyrejoicingLifeformeonceagainhasawonderfulfreshnessIshouldhaveleftthosecontaminatedsurroundingslongagoandreturnedtonaturetolookforthisauthenticlife  InthosecontaminatedsurroundingsIwastaughtthatlifewasthesourceofliterature,thatliteraturehadtobefaithfultolife,faithfultoreallifeMymistakewasthatIhadalienatedmyselffromlifeandendedupturningmybackonreallifeHowever,reallifeisnotthesameasmanifestationsoflifeReallife,orinotherwordsthebasicsubstanceoflife,shouldbetheformerandnotthelatterIhadgoneagainstreallifebecauseIwassimplystringingtogetherlife’smanifestations,soofcourseIwasn’tabletoaccuratelyportraylifeandintheendonlysucceededindistortingreality  Idon’tknowwhetherI’mnowontherighttrackbutinanycaseI’veextricatedmyselffromthebustlingliteraryworldandalsoescapedfrommysmokefilledroomThebookspiledeverywhereinthatroomwereoppressiveandstiflingTheyexpoundedallsortsoftruths,historicaltruthstotruthsonhowtobehumanIcouldn’tseethepointofsomanytruthsbutstillgotenmeshedinthenetofthosetruthsandwasstrugglinghopelessly,likeaninsectcaughtinaspider’swebFortunately,thedoctorwhogavethewrongdiagnosissavedmylifeHewasquitefrankandgotmetocomparethetwochestXraystakenontwoseparateoccasions:ablurryshadowontheleftlobeofthelunghadspreadalongthesecondribtothewallofthewindpipeItwouldn’thelpeventohavethewholeoftheleftloberemovedTheoutcomewasobviousMyfatherhaddiedoflungcancerHediedwithinthreemonthsofitbeingdiscoveredanditwasthisdoctorwhohadcorrectlydiagnoseditIhadfaithinhismedicalexpertiseandhehadfaithinscienceThechestXraystakenattwodifferenthospitalswereidentical,therewasnopossibilityofatechnicalmistakeHealsowroteanauthorizationforasectionalXray,theappointmentwasinhalfamonth’stimeThiswasnothingtogetworriedabout,itwasjusttodeterminetheextentofthetumourMyfatherhadthisdonebeforehediedTheoutcomewouldbethesamewhetherornotIhadtheXray,itwasnothingspecialThatIinfactwouldslipthroughthefingersofDeathcanonlybeputdowntogoodluckIbelieveinsciencebutIalsobelieveinfate  IoncesawafourinchlengthofwoodwhichhadbeencollectedintheQiangregionbyananthropologistduringthesItwasacarvedstatueofapersondoingahandstandTheheadhadinkmarkingsfortheeyes,noseandmouth,andtheword"longevity"waswrittenonthebodyItwascalled"WuchangUpsideDown"andtherewassomethingoddlymischievousaboutitIasktheretiredvillageheadwhethersuchtalismansarestillaroundHetellsmethesearecalled"oldroot"ThiswoodenidolhastoaccompanythenewbornfrombirthtodeathAtdeathitaccompaniesthecorpsefromthehouseandaftertheburialitisplacedinthewildernesstoallowthespirittoreturntonatureIaskhimifhecangetmeonesothatIcancarryitonmeHelaughsandsaysthesearewhathunterstuckintotheirshirtstowardoffevilspirits,theywouldn’tbeofanyusetosomeonelikeme  "Isthereanoldhunterwhoknowsaboutthissortofmagicandcantakemehuntingwithhim"Iask  "GrandpaStonewouldbethebest,"hesaysafterthinkingaboutit  "HowcanIfindhim"Iaskrightaway  "He’sinGrandpaStone’sHut"  "Where’sthisGrandpaStone’sHut"  "GoanothertwentyliontoSilverMineGullythenfollowthecreekrightuptotheendThereyou’llfindastonehut"  "IsthatthenameoftheplaceordoyoumeanthehutofGrandpaStone"  Hesaysit’sthenameoftheplace,thatthere’sinfactastonehut,andthatGrandpaStonelivesthere  "Canyoutakemetohim"Igoontoask  "He’sdeadHelaydownonhisbedanddiedinhissleepHewastooold,helivedtowelloverninety,someevensaywelloverahundredInanycase,nobody’ssureabouthisage"  "Areanyofhisdescendantsstillalive"Ican’thelpasking  "Inmygrandfather’sgenerationandforaslongasIcanremember,hewasalwaysonhisown"  "Withoutawife"  "HelivedonhisowninSilverMineGullyHelivedhighupthegully,inthesolitaryhut,aloneOh,andthatrifleofhisisstillhangingonthewallofthehut"  Iaskhimwhathe’stryingtotellme  HesaysGrandpaStonewasafantastichunter,ahunterwhowasanexpertinthemagicalartsTherearenohunterslikethatnowadaysEveryoneknowsthathisrifleishanginginthehut,thatitnevermissesthetarget,butnobodydarestogoandtakeit  "Why"I’mevenmorepuzzled  "TherouteintoSilverMineGullyiscut"  "There’snowaythrough"  "NotanymoreEarlieronpeopleusedtominesilverthere,afirmfromChengduhiredateamofworkersandtheybeganminingLateron,aftertheminewaslooted,everyonejustleftTheplankroadstheylaideitherbrokeuporrotted"  "Whendidallthishappen"  "Whenmygrandfatherwasstillalive,morethanfiftyyearsago"  Thatwouldbeaboutright,afterallhe’salreadyretiredandhasbecomehistory,realhistory  "Sosincethennobody’severgonethere"Ibecomeevenmoreintrigued  "Hardtosay,anywayit’shardtogetthere"  "Andthehuthasrotted"  "Stonecollapses,howcanitrot"  "Iwastalkingabouttheridgepole"  "Oh,quiteright"  Hedoesn’twanttotakemethere,nordoeshewanttofindahunterforme,sohe’sleadingmeonlikethis,Ithink  "Thenhowdoyouknowtherifle’sstillhangingonthewall"Iask,regardless  "That’swhateveryonesays,someonemust’veseenitTheyallsaythatGrandpaStoneisincredible,hiscorpsehasn’trottedandwildanimalsdon’tdaretogonearHejustliesthereallstiffandemaciated,andhisrifleishangingthereonthewall"  "ImpossibleWiththehighhumidityuphereinthemountain,thecorpsewouldhaverottedandtheriflewouldhaveturnedintoapileofrust,"Iargue  "Idon’tknowAnyway,peoplehavebeensayingthisforyears"HerefusestogiveinandstickstohisstoryThelightofthefiredancesinhiseyesandIseemtodetectacunningnessinthem  "Andyou’veneverseenhim"Iwon’tlethimoff  "Peoplewhohaveseenhimsaythatheseemstobeasleep,thathe’semaciated,andthattherifleishangingthereonthewallabovehishead,"hegoesonunruffled"HeknewblackmagicIt’snotjustthatpeopledon’tdaregotheretostealhisrifle,evenanimalsdon’tdaretogonear"  ThehunterisalreadymythTotalkaboutamixtureofhistoryandlegendishowfolkstoriesarebornRealityexistsonlythroughexperience,anditmustbepersonalexperienceHowever,oncerelated,evenpersonalexperiencebecomesanarrativeRealitycan’tbeverifiedanddoesn’tneedtobe,thatcanbeleftfortherealityoflifeexpertstodebateWhatisimportantislifeRealityissimplythatIamsittingbythefireinthisroomwhichisblackwithgrimeandsmokeandthatIseethelightofthefiredancinginhiseyesRealityismyself,realityisonlytheperceptionofthisinstantanditcan’tberelatedtoanotherpersonAllthatneedstobesaidisthatoutside,amistisenclosingthegreenbluemountaininahazeandyourheartisreverberatingwiththerushingwaterofaswiftflowingstrea

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