Musings on Mystery Hill
There’s something in the mix
and disarray of stone
that coalesces on
a lifeless hill, this zone
worth scrutinizing twice,
which speaks of sacrifice.
A THOUSAND THINGS
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Now that it will be the night of the Harvest Moon, here is an old autumn
waka by Ōe no Chisato: Looking at the moon,And feeling the sadness In a
thousand t...
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