Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the

It is the mountains and rivers, the path beneath our feet, the changes of time, and the scenery along the way.During the third small week, he began to think about himself. He thought about the path h....Both are young and both are proud.Their eyes met, and in their gaze, there was no sign of retreat."I now believe, you really just passed through."The visitor finally straightened their body, removin...