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Upon the winter bough, a single bud holds the colors of a coming dawn. All forms reflect the myriad sounds of …

Upon the winter bough, a single bud holds the colors of a coming dawn. All forms reflect the myriad sounds of heaven and earth. Though objects fade, the Way endures forever.

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