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[talks_slowly]

 [Seated quietly by the Wishing Fountain, the medicine seller has his eyes closed and legs folded neatly beneath him. His large wooden box of medicines is next to him, and in front of him is a sheet of parchment, held down by an ink stone, and an unused brush. There is nothing written on it.]

[Eventually he sighs quietly and takes out his journal and writes the following:]

I am considering an incense ceremony for tomorrow. If anyone would like to participate or watch, it will be taking place in the Health and Medicine classroom.

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