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... epths of late autumn, the wind turns stark and chill, with fog thickening, hinting at the coming cold.
Among the reeds drifts wisps of cooking smoke from a dilapidated awning boat.
At the bow, in front of the cabin door, a man wearing a conical hat and draped in a straw raincoat sits on a small stool, fiddling with the small stove before him.
He appears very old, with white, withered hair peeking out from beneath his hat, his face deeply furrowed and spotted, marking the pas ...
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