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On a summer night, with no oil to light the lamps, fireflies drifted through the temple. The master waved his …

On a summer night, with no oil to light the lamps, fireflies drifted through the temple. The master waved his hand and clasped five into his palm.

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On a summer night, with no oil to light the lamps, fireflies drifted through the temple. T… | Where Winds Meet Database