I wandered far and wide, and saw so much. The crisscrossing country lanes, the rows upon rows of camphor and jujube trees, the elders working in the fields, and the friends and family grieving for me. What a pity that I can never again feel the breeze rising around me, nor eat and drink like a person. How could I ever taste the food my mother made? I am no longer human. Never again. Never again.
Theme: Searching for the meaning of life.
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