Passages: From Memories of Mount Qilai, by Yang Mu

“Carrying an oil paper umbrella

alone, I make my way down a

long, long and lonely lane in the rain,

pacing back and forth, hoping to encounter a

young woman knotted with sadness and hate

like a bud of lilac”

Author: Harry Miller

I have traveled and lived in Taiwan, China, and Japan and am now a professor of Asian history and a soon to be published novelist.

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