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... ’t give a fuck!"
The gentle wind slid between the tall grasses and made the multicolored petals that carpeted the hill dance.
BaiShe was seated on a large flat stone, slightly elevated. His black robe rippled softly, as did his long silver hair, ending in black tips that floated behind him. The air carried a fragrance and a sweet note that seemed to come directly from the strings of the zither.
Suddenly, a breathless voice broke the melody.
"Brother BaiShe!"
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