Freshwind folk believe the spirit of someone who dies away from home has to make its way back. In case the spirit gets lost, you tie a white rooster to the body to guide it.
And I carried on, explaining to him that writing a name was like writing a charm, and saying a name aloud was like chanting a spell, it had the power to shape your destiny.
If I saw a phoenix, then a phoenix it was, and the treetop was a cloud, a green cloud.
I said he was scum. Wufu said he was rolling in money. I said being scum had nothing to do with whether he was rich.
And it was very strange . . . Every day when I started work, I always picked up something I wanted, even though my patch was so small.
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