點脈

The quivering palm, a measured tenderness, this story ends with iron. Going deep into the governing vessel, the flame of discipline is extinguished. The little assassin lies within the wrong hand, given knowledge to manipulate the art of living.

– Josh Fleming

Words inspired by: The Gift, LI-Young Lee

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