Saintly Wisdom

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The sage of Kanchenjunga considered the prostrate figure.

“Your offerings, O wise one!” The writer shivered. “Vermilion from India, a blue lily from the Nile, and a piano ballad from Tuscany. Now will inspiration be mine?”

The sage beamed. “Yes. Throw them away and write about your travels.”

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