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2527th Birthday of the Buddha When the motorcade rolled to a halt, Quang Due climbed out & sat down in the street. He crossed his legs, & the other monks & nuns grew around him like petals. He challenged the morning sun, debating with the air he leafed through—visions brought down to earth. Could his eyes burn the devil out of men:1 A breath of peppermint oil soothed someone's cry. Beyond terror made flesh— he burned like a bundle of black joss sticks. A high wind that started in California fanned flames, turned each blue page, leaving only his heart intact. Waves of saffron robes bowed to the gasoline can. 18 ...

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