The grounds are empty. Quiet. Except for the twittering of birds in the gardens just beyond the halls. The day is almost at its end. The monks perform their last duties of the day. They sweep the grounds clean, clean the incense urns of ashes, light the joss sticks for the night. They prepare dinner and make ready the dining hall. A monk sits in his room and studies by the window. The day is almost at its end.
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