Barefoot young monk in maroon robes pours tea from a metal flask for seated monks along a low table inside a dim monastery hall, with a gilded Buddha statue behind him.

Young Buddhist monk serving tea to his elders

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Well could I curse away a winter's night, Thought standing naked on a mountain top, Where biting cold would never let grass grow, And think it but a minute spent in sport.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VI, Act III, Scene II.
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