Lodge in the Bamboo
I sit alone in the bamboo that hides me,
plucking the harp and whistling long.
It is deep in the woods and no one knows -
The bright moon comes to shine on me.
~Wang Wei (701-61AD)
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The story of a crafter, a small village in rural Sichuan China, and the educational fund we've started to keep kids there in school and out of sweatshops.
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What a lovely poem!..
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