Some things strike you like lightning, because so uncannily accurate:
What is most strange is not to be found in exotic locales but close
to home.
Because so very true.
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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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