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Aug 31, 2008 21:54

[UNDER A TREE SOMEWHERE left of the center of camp, the Medicine Seller has set out his merchandise neatly around him. There is a small pot of lit incense beside him; no matter how breezy the day is, it remains around him like a heavy cloud. He is seated seiza-style, with his hands on his knees.]

Shall I tell you a story ... ?

The truth, or the truth?
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