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In 1997 during a stay at the Gaomingsi on Tiantaishan I brushed out a Li Bai poem and gave it to the friendly abbot, Juihui Dashi. The next morning he came by and handed me this poem scrawled with a ball point pen on a sheet of note paper. The following year I returned to the Gaomingsi only to find the abbot had passed away. Strangely, when I recounted to a young monk that I had met the abbot the past year in November, he replied, 'That is impossible, the master died in October'!!!
Did I really meet him??
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