Feet on the ground, head in the clouds - but heart under the water, as usual, this morning. Under the water.
Kiyosato, Yamanashi 31 August 2009
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When we see the beauty of the snow, when we see the beauty of the full moon, when we see the beauty of the cherries in bloom, when in short we brush against and are awakened by the beauty of the four seasons, it is then that we think most of those close to us, and want them to share the pleasure. (Yasunari Kawabata)
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