Aomori, September 2009the path turns
don't follow it
wait to feel
the lure of it
from Thomas A. Clark, The Hundred Thousand Places (Manchester: Carcanet, 2009), p. 79.
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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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