{"pageProps":{"postData":{"id":"the_garden_of_evening_mist","contentHtml":"<h2>Notable Lines</h2>\n<ul>\n<li>I fill my lungs to the brim and exhale. Seeing my own breath take shape, this cobweb of air that only a second ago had been inside me, I remember the sense of wonder it used to bring. The fatigue of the past months drains from my body, only to flood back into me a moment later. </li>\n<li><em>Though the water has stopped flowing, we still hear the whisper of its name.</em></li>\n</ul>\n","title":"The Garden of Evening Mists by Tan Twan Eng","date":"2022-02-14"}},"__N_SSG":true}