(6 of 6 of Seven Star Park)
His walking boots trudge heavily up the hundreds of steps. Not a soul can be seen or heard. No one dares to climb up to this height. The rain falls down lightly around him. Unnoticeable, as his body is covered in sweat, either from the humidity or pure effort.
The foliage clears suddenly and he's out in the open, at the peak. All around him, the peaks of karst hills are wreathed in cloud, heavy with rain. The Li River is swollen from the overnight storm but its busy traffic continues.
Here at the Star-Picking Pavilion, he gazes down at beautiful beautiful Guilin and wishes it was night so he could pick stars right out of the sky.
The foliage clears suddenly and he's out in the open, at the peak. All around him, the peaks of karst hills are wreathed in cloud, heavy with rain. The Li River is swollen from the overnight storm but its busy traffic continues.
Here at the Star-Picking Pavilion, he gazes down at beautiful beautiful Guilin and wishes it was night so he could pick stars right out of the sky.
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