Sometime ago, there was a young man—Kal—who wanted to grow a bamboo forest. He considered himself a green thumb and thought it’d be a great idea to grow this forest around his home; his ultimate goal was to create a serene place where he could write to his heart’s content. The following weekend, he got up early to go down to the farmer’s market where hi…
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