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January 2013, vol 8, no 4

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Ryan Jessup

A Letter to Wei Ying-wu

as I sit at my desk during another day of office work I am reminded of you and your government posts and your frustration with reports and your longing for the countryside and the leisurely life and I imagine us relaxing on a distant blue peak beside a small crystal stream beneath a few old pine trees where we enjoy fellowship and wine and toast to all that passes away happy that our songs remain

patches of old leaves cling
to their branches