APERTURE: PERIHELION

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A seasonal essay: The beauty of Hangzhou.

It figures. Even the skies cried. But who says crying is ugly? For every puddle of beauty, lies a smidgen of ugly. In every shred of ugly, a thread of beauty could be pulled.

Perihelion - the closest point a comet approaches its stellar master before it flings itself back into dark dank empty darkness once again.

Have I reached the Perihelion of my journey?