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	<title>Comments on: Teaching Thoreau in the Heartland of China</title>
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		<title>By: A Journey to Hengshan Mountain : Pathology of Wanderlust</title>
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		<description>[...] Some gods had gold skin and black, bushy beards.  People folded their hands and kneeled.   Outside, people threw firecrackers into ovens.  I was curious as to what all this signified, but by now, I had stopped asking questions.  My guides were as clueless as I was.  Inside, incense burned and gods with painted eyes glared at me.  There was a god for everything.  There was a god for wealth.  One for longevity.  And still another for making babies.  This latter was explained to me by American Pie  girl. [...]</description>
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