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... a puff from his long smoking pipe, his whole face hidden behind a veil of smoke. His tone was solemn, almost ritualistic, as he began to speak.
The morning sun pushed away the mountain mist. Dewdrops, heavy with crystal brilliance, bent the tips of the bamboo leaves before falling into the open mouth of a little panda waiting below. Yet, before he could taste the sweet dew, another cub barreled into him, sending him rolling across the ground. In an instant, the two cubs were tangled in ...
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