My father died of heart failure the same Chinese New Year girls began to draw my eye over my ire. I wasn't present for his death but figured us square since he wasn't present for my life. ... [+]
I have seen this movie before,I know how it ends, with troops in the streets,and the charred bones of buildings,so I turn away from the ruthless images,and, just as quietly as I can, leanon the railing of the back deckand wait for the gray fox to appearfrom the dark tangled underbrushinto an evanescent strip of bright sunlight.