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Monday, June 8, 2015

"When his father ...."


When his father died, he could not read his father’s books – the faintly damp touch of his hand still seemed to remain.  When his mother died, he could not drink from her cups and bowls.  The faintly damp touch of her mouth and her breath still seemed to remain.
The Classic of Rites