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ENGLISH TRANSLATION
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A shaman was walking along the center of a red-dirt path,
while a cold wind blew adversely.
The wind took the form of a adversarial person and said,
"Your hair has grown long; I claim it."
The shaman said,
"The wind does not need hair."
"Before you ate, you taught your sibling words;
I seek your secret."
"This is my secret:
I'm walking along the center of a red-dirt path."
Hearing that, the wind stilled.

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NOTES
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Mar18 is the latest in a series of sketches with similar syntax, and is probably the simplest. Currently, Mar18 doesn't have its own writing system (other than the ASCII version), although some of the other sketches do.

I found it very difficult to translate from the very complicated language of the incoming text. Nevertheless, I finally managed to come up with an English text and translated that into Mar18.

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