"The Sounds & the Hiker" & "Irony. Paradox. [English Media for Thought Pattern]" by Yuan Changming
The Sounds & the Hiker Down in the valley, you hear a Whole plethora of noises - loudest are Croaking & barking; halfway Uphill, you hear...
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