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Sleeping in a can The crows conspire to wake me: Clogged claws on roof Home is where you camp: Canvas forest beauty scene, Hobo-dreams afoot. The dusk is silent Apart from a single owl Driving mice indoors In the blind valley The one eyed mouse rules supreme! Camp stove is his throne!
MoreMarket shrine: man claps. “Protect these children!” he cries: Wooden prayers. Wind blows.
MoreSummer in Kyoto, the heat sinks over the day early. Not the bleaching heat of the California desert, nor the hot and bothered blustery seaside heat of the Oregon coast, but a heavy, swamping, wet, earthy, fragrant verdant heat. Mosquitos everywhere, the Japanese call them Ka (sounds like the word car) , the short sharp […]
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