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... shadows enclosing a small grave. Yin Tingxue's figure was wrapped in a bright red cotton jacket, as the Bodhisattva stood solemnly atop the stele. Her palms pressed together, she recited sutras for the journey to the Western Paradise. After some unknown time, a drop of dew rolled down her cheek, cold as if falling into water.
Snow started falling here as well.
After Yin Tingxue finished her blessings, she brushed off the slightly grayish snow atop the Bodhisattva's head and tucke ...
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