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... , 1935.
Yan’an, China
The dust came first, rolling in over the cracked flagstones before the people even arrived.
Yan’an wasn’t a city in the modern sense more like a wound that refused to scab.
It was damp in the mornings, dry by afternoon, cold at night, and always hungry.
But here, in this former temple with broken doors and half-plastered walls, something was about to be declared that would rang through every valley and river of China.
There we ...
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