｛ ⠀⠀the play ⠀⠀ the eye ⠀⠀ ｝
in penjing, there is a special cricket. memory bugs. they live among white flowers, and only before dawn, in the rain, do they awaken. their chirps sound of tiny bells and a faint—almost inaudible—crying —
｛ the lushness of it ,｝
