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... ink and white petals.
The afternoon light fell gently on him, and he remained motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
The gentle Buddha was sitting under the flower vine, holding a black chess piece with his fingertips, playing chess with himself, but the chessboard was already covered with petals, but he never dropped the chess piece in his hand.
He lowered his eyes and held back the fragments of light. Just as he was in a trance, a sigh came from beside him.
"I can' ...
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