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You were born with wisdom, my child. Blessed by Guanyin herself. Away from the Bodhisattva, illness takes hold…

You were born with wisdom, my child. Blessed by Guanyin herself. Away from the Bodhisattva, illness takes hold. You've always preferred scripture to gold, solitude to celebration. This I know.

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