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CHANMING YUAN : Self-Renovating
CHANMING YUAN : Within the Rain Zone
HEIDI B MORRELL : A Little Fresh Air

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In the heart of every selfhood Is there a tiny seed of antiself That keeps growing unnoticeably Until it is big, big enough To become one and the same With your entire being inside out Like a drop of condensed color Dyeing all the water In a diaphanous jug Each time an antiself gains a growth Your previous selfhood gets thinner Lighter, larger, yet more colorful Like yin seeking to become Totally mixed up with yang In an ever renewed balance

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Within the Rain Zone

On the local screens, one beside another It shows low clouds drifting like fog That can be seen on the walls of highrises Here the rain downpours as if all the tabs In the heavens have been turned on Curtains of beads, giving us more privacy More freedom, more serenity And what can we do? Let us remain indoors Listening to the raindrops beating together with our hearts Watching our entire neighborhood cleansed, taking on A fresh look, while just five streets east, to us Is never far enough, a place of sound and fury A vanity fair all too familiar to our old selves Here our children playing with us, innocent and full of joy A new surrounding where we are still strangers A corner where there are neither friends nor frenzy Where we can always sit at a distance, observing

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A Little Fresh Air

Faded, but still grand draperies flew outward into the wind, flags of tumult fleeing the long shut gilded windows which were thrust open by some new hand. The great hall heaved and exhaled its static confinement awash with tides of fresh air, letting her skirts fly, rushing into equilibrium, joining the weather, the house breathed.

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REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition. -- Oxford English Dictionary