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By Noam Backner
The Solitude of the Empty Mountain
In the stillness of the peaks, where no one is seen.
In the empty mountains, no one is seen, only the faint echo of voices drifts by. Yet a stray ray of light pierces the deep woods, casting one last glow upon the green moss.
(Wang Wei, 699–759)
空山不见人，但闻人语响。 返景入深林，复照青苔上。
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