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Vines hang heavy with ripening fruit, the moon climbs high into the night. Geese fly past Yangguan's gates, an…

Vines hang heavy with ripening fruit, the moon climbs high into the night. Geese fly past Yangguan's gates, and the cups await the feast's first light.

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