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I didn’t know how to read. Mother was my library. I read mother One day The world will be at peace Man will be able to fly Wheat will sprout in the snow Money will have no purpose (…) But in the meantime Mother says We have to work a lot. (Lu Yuan, Fairy Tales) A
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Zhu Xiao-Mei (The Secret Piano: From Mao's Labor Camps to Bach's Goldberg Variations)