Once upon a time at Wake Robin Farm in Oregon, I was miraculously pregnant with our first child. That same summer, on the Li River in Southern China, a pretty woman exactly my age was also expecting. She and her husband were both artists. Our child, born in August, was a son. Theirs, born in October, a daughter. Twenty-two years later these children, now grown, would meet in Beijing. The girl from Yangshuo had been studying English. Our son, traveling...
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