Thursday, February 28, 2008


"It's about to snow;
Clouds fill the lake.
Tall buildings and terraces
Shimmer and disappear.
Now there are mountains;
Now there are not.
From the rocks flows water clear;
You can count the fish.
In the deep woods there aren't any people;
Birds call back and forth."
Su Shih (1036-1101)

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