i never told this story before. my father grew up in a tiny mountain village in china. no internet. no markets. just mist, rice fields, and old stones older than anyone could remember. as a boy he used to wander far from the village. farther than the other kids were allowed to
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i never told this story before. my father grew up in a tiny mountain village in china. no internet. no markets. just mist, rice fields, and old stones older than anyone could remember. as a boy he used to wander far from the village. farther than the other kids were allowed to