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“Endless moons, an opaque universe, thunder, tornadoes, the quaking earth. Rare moments of peace; forehead up against my knees, arms around my head, I thought, I listened, I longed not to exist. But life was there, a transparent pearl, a star revolving slowly on its own axis.”

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Book:Empress
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Empress

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Shan Sa
Shan Sa

Shan Sa, born on October 26, 1972, is a Uyghur author from Xinjiang, China. She is known for her unique literary style and profound national emotions. Her works often explore themes of national identity, cultural conflict, and personal growth. more

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