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featured
poem
portrait of us eating fish
by Pei Jin Zhou
you,
me and my
mother's red braised
carp. a biologist, an engineer
and a traditional chinese dish. you
eye the dish hawkishly, and — in english
— opine how there must be a more optimal strategy to
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