Sorrow in a shopping mall

Chris Taylor

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You endure “drizzling rain”, “unappeasable icy wind”, “wretched, stinking, grimy people … wretched, stinking, grimy streets”, an “assault” of “hopeless din” as you embark on a journey through the “disconsolate brown and yellow” of an “ever- thicker, indescribable fog” to one of China’s most sacred Buddhist mountains, Jiuhuashan.

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