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From distant Turkestan a river rolled this boulder destined for courtly life. Polishing a window in its skin the artist speculates on animals within. Spinning the bamboo drill he charms the stone with imperial will. After several seasons lutes and incense summon a silk box to the throne room. The stone awakened from centuries of sleep with streams and mountains at last reveals its character.

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