Status Updates From Mimosa

Ugh :/

“The wretched hovels and sparse clumps of bamboo at the foot of the hill were as lovely as a dream. The whole spotless world around me filled me with awe and the longing to become one with Nature, so that t was tears welled up in my eyes. I could say that it was snow that made me precocious, made me later become a poet. . .”

“His singing had awakened the poetry which had laid dormant so long in my heart.”