In the year of the Pig ...

Next to flowering peach trees, I took my stance with hands clenched.
Five paces away, a masked ninja set itself hooded in black silk.
Nearby, a splash, as an agile frog propelled into padded lily-pond.
Leaping toward the black figure, I launched, spinning my awkward drunken dance.

The misty purple mountain to the east wore a dark hat flashing low rumbles.
Mushr...

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