Beijing: A Prelude

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I see you. As I walk in the For­bid­den City in the heart of a snow­less win­ter, I see you stand­ing there, a stair­way away from me, a thou­sand and one alabaster steps to climb, all but hid­den behind blood-red pil­lars. Oh but I know that face any­where, those lips that carry promises of what we shared before. It is not for­bid­den, this life we could have, surely? Please. Don’t run away from me.

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Words & design by Kenny Mah. Pho­to­graph by Grace Yang.

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