Flower Fields in Hokkaido

‘Fallen blossoms do not return to branches; a broken mirror does not again reflect.’

[Another year of incense offerings in spite of an undeserved exoneration; another year kneeling in front of the same split, spattered banner in silent contrition, the same as it has always been. ‘竜頭蛇尾’ He had gone west by sunrise on the sixth.]

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One minute of patience, ten years of peace.

‘Good news.’

We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions. What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive.

鳥は今日騒々しい当然ながら。

Overwatch agents are akin to alley rats huddling around a discarded slice of cheese.

Scissors and sparrow, by Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849) #ukiyoe

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