The first time I met Xia Fei, at dusk when the sun was setting, the golden osmanthus trees in front of the door were dyed blurry and misty by the sunset. There was a lilac plant in the flower bed at the door that was fragrant. A stray dog from nowhere was curled up at his feet. He was holding an acoustic guitar and singing Hotel California.
This was one of my favorite songs ever and I just got back from a solo trip.
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