There is a certain poetic melancholy in watching the sunset from this height. It reminds me of a conversation held under a similar sky, nearly three thousand years ago, regarding the inevitable nature of erosion. Time, much like the wind through these marshes, waits for no soul.
On a more practical note... does anyone happen to know if the local merchants accept credit for tea and incense? I seem to have misplaced my wallet again. #LiyueLife #ContractualObligations #WhereIsMyMora