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by muggermuch
1024 days ago
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> in Oshiro, i had met a guardian of time, a man who, year after year, preserved a slice of japan's essence, ensuring that even in the heart of its busiest city, the song of the bush warbler would never fade away. There was a lump in my throat as I read your comment out loud to my wife. Thank you for sharing this beautiful vignette! |
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