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Through The Paifang
My father led me up the trail, through the painted paifang and under the yunnan trees. This was the place of our ancestors, and here my father knelt to pray.
“Remove your cap, Huang-Fu,” he told me, glancing sideways, and I did as I was told.
The clearing smelled of soil and fig; the moss was thick and soaked with dew. I knelt beside him and I said my words.
“Will I come here when I die?” I asked him when I was done. He pulled me to my feet.
He smiled sadly, but at last he nodded.
As we walked back my father was silent. His thoughts seemed lost in the trees, snatched by birds, pulled up to the sky.
“I think she’ll like it here,” I told him. “It’s nice.”
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