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funneling the breeze to very precise points.
Brutha had never heard about the art of bonsai, and how it was applied to mountains.
"They're . . . very nice," he said uncertainly.
Nod, smile, pick up a small rock, smile, urge, urge.
"Oh, I really couldn't take-”
Urge, urge. Grin, nod.
Brutha took the tiny mountain. It had a strange, unreal heaviness-to his hand it felt like a pound or so, but in his head it come from inside.
Oh, no, he thought wretchedly.
He pushed the little mountain back into Lu-Tze's hands.
"But, er, you keep it for me, yes?"
"Brutha! "
All that was a dream, wasn't it? Before I was important and talked to by deacons.weighed thousands of very, very small tons."Uh. Thank you. Thank you very much."Nod, smile, push away politely."It's very . . . mountainous."Nod, grin."That can't really be snow on the top, can-”"Brutha!"His head jerked up. But the voice had
"No, it wasn't! Help me!"
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