In Dalian, being starved of good art, food, wine, music and conversation, I headed to Shanghai last weekend and got an overdose of it all, thanks to an overly gracious host who is long on the guanxi.
I was a butterfly, dreaming of being a man. I never wanted to awaken; but then again, I'm not sure if I ever have.
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