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January 1, 2023
Kansan says:
I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
The road to Cold Mountain that never ends.
The valleys are long and strewn with stones;
The streams broad and banked with thick grass.
The moss is slippery though no rain has fallen.
Pines sigh, but it is not the wind
Who can break from the snares of the world,
And sit with me among the white clouds?
