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I'll tell you sometime when we're vis à vis about the ease of memorizing dynasties, how Tang, the apogee, floats into Sung, the pedigrees of poets, those liquid trees in scrolls, eerie in the fog, or snow covered bamboo teasing us with thoughts of Spring. We're on our knees trying to take in time, wider than Lake Erie; you sneezed, we tried to squeeze it, don't believe it, my freezing carp of the day.