Brave Beauty

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It is you, pheasant boy. Mei-Shun walked to the nearest shrine between showers, heard him sing a love song. Looking around, and there he was — quite nearby a lane she stood.  Striding elegantly through dry rice paddy, he greeted a couple of wild duck. Then continued to go ahead, stopped at grassed low bank. Full of sunlight, he flapped several times and yes, sang.