This is not related to any certain article. Rather, it’s in relation to your paper altogether.
My parents turned me on to The Epoch Times a few months ago. I was down in Manchester, Ga., visiting for the holidays, and caught a glimpse of your paper on their coffee table. When I’m not visiting the gardens my mother volunteers at, struggling to contort myself as easily as she does in her yoga class with her friends, or simply going with her to the Piggly Wiggly down at the bottom of the hill to buy some more three for $9.99 Cul-de-Sac wine (by the way, it’s pretty darn good for the money!), I’m trying to keep up with my father on the latest politics. With nothing else to do at the moment, I grab your paper and am completely sucked into the interesting stories and world news I sometimes neglect to notice during my busy day.
