Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand 
why the old poets of China went so far
and high 
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
"The Old Poets of China" by Mary Oliver

Senior Lecturer
Bachelor of Science in Foreign Service, Lyceum of the Philippines
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Intensive Chinese; Intermediate Chinese