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		<description><![CDATA[Kicking loose stones out of his way, a tea farmer climbs down a mountainside towards the few remaining tea saplings waving their leaves as if in surrender to the typhoon that roared through Nantou like a wild boar sparing nothing in its path. It was just last year, the moon rose over pine trees and&#8230;]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kicking loose stones out of his way, a tea farmer climbs down a mountainside towards the few remaining tea saplings waving their leaves as if in surrender to the typhoon that roared through Nantou like a wild boar sparing nothing in its path.</p>
<p>It was just last year, the moon rose over pine trees and the terracotta tiled roofs into the courtyards where the lanterns bathed the streets in a warm, golden light while smoke from roasted chestnuts clambered up the flagpoles to announce the Harvest Festival.</p>
<p>After the typhoon<br />
digging through rubble, the scent<br />
of his wife’s perfume.</p>
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