Kyoto Blossoms for Susan i Lovely, the flowering cherries … and yet, near the end somehow lonely, too. ii The falling petals— almost they make us forget we are immortals. iii No weeping, dear heart— they are just petals and they were lost from the start. Andrew Lansdown Frog Cacophonies I Marsh i Chirpy as crickets— fellowship of little frogs by the paperbarks. ii Only the first week of winter—what sort of ruckus in a month, marsh frogs?
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