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Chapter 129

Chapter 129

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"In the fragrance of rice flowers, one speaks of a bountiful year; hearing the frogs croak in chorus!" Whose poem is that? When I read it years ago, I found it quite atmospheric. Hearing it now, in reality, I realize it was likely just someone complaining because they couldn't get to sleep.

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