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"Dao-ming was blinded before she ever met him, yet there was a time, later, when she could find him in a crowded room by the certain soft shivering of the air he displaced, a time she could remember with astonishing clarity his voice, his smell, his blunt, tough fingertips tracing patterns of delight upon her upper arms. ... Though she speaks of it to no one, it is the great tragedy of her ending days that she is losing him all over again."