Today is my big sister's birthday. She died in the summer of 1968, before she turned 17 and a week after this sword-dance photo was taken. I don't know if she had seen it. For over 30 years I could not bear to look back at her death. I finally managed to do it by writing an essay, "Swimming with Mao."
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Oh, my. Thank you so much for linking to this, Xujun. I hadn't had a chance to read it before. It's exquisite.
Mary, thanks a lot for reading and commenting! I truly appreciate it.
this is very moving and enlightening, xujun. I didn't know about your sister, so please let me express my condolences, even though it has been many years.
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