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It
is a delight to see a bright sun after caved in for a while. The snow is
still fresh in the woods. A hawk flashes its red tail high in the sky.
The
sun, however, can't soothe the wind in spite of its brilliance and warmth.
No matter how hard it tries, the wind, with all its strength, can't stir
the river under ice. And the river has to follow a path defined by the
terrain despite its will to reach wider. It is true that, little by little,
a river can do wonders like the Grand Canyon, and the sun and winds can
create marvels like the sandstone Arches. But we people only live for
several decades. There is only so much we can do to affect the world, and
only this much can we touch one another. Now I understand why the
alchemists were keen searching for talent that can heat up and change: Only
magic will do.
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