Li Qingzhao (Li Ching-chao, 1084-1155)
This year with the end of autumn
I find my reflection graying at the temples.
Now that the evening wind is gaining force,
what shall become of the plum blossoms?
Water protectors set fire to camp structures as law enforcement prepared a final raid on Wednesday.
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