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There is a place, far far away, yet so close; old wounds remain as fresh and cold as the October frost on the fodder. Yet in that land, the frost never comes, and fodder never rots, and the wounds remain silent on the lips of a noble and happy people. It is the place where the sun claims the frost before it forms and the fodder is consumed, at times, by men and beast alike. It is the place where dreams in are dreamed in color and sometimes come true. It is place that does not haunt our past, but probably should. It is our place in Asian history. It is our multi-colored progeny forever calling us.