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Archive for October, 2008

“Plum trees blooming near the stream” each spring it seems I shall confuse reflections in the flowing stream with flowers and again I’ll drench my sleeves seeking to pluck those boughs Lady Ise “On seeing the autumn leaves falling near a pond” when the wind blows the falling leaves embroider the limpid waters where even [...]

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He was so pure he only ate white flowers. Nobody knew what his body smelled like.  His lips opened and closed around prayers, his thin skin was a bag for blood and bones and a heart that sang, beating, the glory of God. I went to him once on a morning heavy with rain to [...]

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