“A piebald horse his neck dappled under the dark mane spring willows rising through mist the lute girl coaxing me with wine in a golden cup can blood and spirit live together? can they survive apart?” — Li He Copy Share Image
“A piebald horse his neck dappled under the dark mane spring willows rising through mist the lute girl coaxing me with wine in a… — Li He Copy Share Image
“I like to find old things and I picked up that arrowhead in tears, that broken point that buried itself once, in human flesh… — Li He Copy Share Image
