Letting Go in the Mist and Crossing a Border Into the Sun

In a struggle between curiosity and exhaustion, my desire to know where I am wins. I lift my heavy eyelids to see land that is saturated with the brilliant greens of flooded rice paddies and perfect rows of tea bushes that curve and climb up the mountainsides. Gray mist hugs the limestone karsts that jut out from both land and water, smoothing the transition between mountains and sky.

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