by Nicholas Jose
'Old Weng smiled, looking at Shen with the vital gloss of young
manhood still on his skin. 'It is a love story,' he said
good-humouredly.
Shen exhaled deeply. Love? He did not know if he had ever experienced
it. Beauty, yes, the intense beauty of perfectiy created objects - but
that, he suspected, was not love.'
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