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60 Taiwan Independence One knitted pillars of steel and concrete to cast the tallest shadow in the world. Another argued that when she shook her sheets at night, they smelled of plum blossoms from the T’ang dynasty. One made a signaturechop out of stone, carving a curved line into a new shape, a new country. Another hauled black granite, polished the front into a mirror—a headless ceremonial robe looked back. One took a truck over her legs three times for protesting. Another sat on water’s edge on the Taiwan Strait, reading Songs of Chu, a hundred missiles pointed at his chest. In the evenings, each went home, stitched their bowls into collages of rice, radish, and pork. ...

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