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“He'd seen that the young ones died quickly. He'd heard the staff talk about it. When they were ready they let go. Not like adults. Adults took a long time. It was as if adults had built such a thick, petrified husk around them that this alone gave them the strength, the form to hold on. And by the transient revival that so often came to the dying, adults seemed to find a last little puff of life before the end. They had a term for it here at the hospital -- hui guang fan zhao, the reflected rays of the setting sun. Children were lacking in this. They went quickly. He watched as the DOWN light came on and the elevator door slid open. He had a fear that his life now was just an interlude of hui guang fan zhao, a brief moment before it all came back, worse. And for so long now he had been in this state by himself. He stared up at the digital floor numbers flashing, descending.”

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A Cup of Light

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Nicole Mones
Nicole Mones

Nicole Mones, born in 1952, is an accomplished novelist. Her works are known for their unique perspective and profound insight into the exchanges and collisions between Chinese and American cultures. Her representative works include 'The Bridge of Beijing'. more

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