"The butterfly touches,and circles the base stone.The smell of grass."
"A fallen petal flying back to its branch? — no, a butterfly."
"Such stillness — the cry of the cicadassoaks into the rocks."
"Little snail, climb Mount Fuji — but slowly, slowly."
"Stick a handle on that moon and it would make a fine fan."
"Harvest moon — and there on the tatami, the shadow of a pine."
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