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Reached the top of the mountain there was a shack in the temple gate, which has a monk ticket, but I think, if have not consciously pilgrims he would not intervene, I naturally is conscious, don't want to disrupt the family state of mind. Shack with a pipe extends outward and dripping with sesame oil, want to be heating, I accidentally drop a few drops on his head, laughed and sobering.
Wind chimes in the corner under the eaves of Qing dynasty, black screw cap without noise, have being canvas prints fast delivery just mood little thoughts make, in about wind chimes, burst. I think so. Leaning corridor place nap bars, little thought and, at the moment there's a young woman passed by.
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