Peacock Sea
by Hang Xiaoxi
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The feather was very light, pure white in color, and weighed nothing in the palm of my hand. Shamu looked at the feather and closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling some unknown emotions. In the business hall of the only post office in the county, the early morning Gobi still had the remaining cool air of the night. Shamu was wearing an old jacket, and his expression looked gloomy in the gloomy hall. The staff member might not have woken up yet, so he stretched out and knocked on the glass window to remind the tall, gloomy boy to stop being distracted. Alida also pushed Shamu's shoulder at the right time. This Uighur boy with long eyelashes and a warm smile said in a strong local accent, Well, Shamu, didn't you say you wanted to send something?
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