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More in Release the Hounds solaceWarm black silk slippers
cover both his old dry feet as he meditates on his dear father's ashes summer rain begins the scent of a yesterday distracts him from peace "father, i must leave, " he says, sushi rice ready he padded to the table his son poured sake "Thank you, " he said politely. When the rain had s the full moon lit the temple and the stars were infinite. |
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