inside the temple visitors cannot know cherries are blooming their ephemeral flowers blushing like youthful geisha the old woman a cherry tree blooming in old age is something to remember branches laden with blossom trembling in a brisk spring breeze what a sprout a dewdrop seeps down the nodes of generations of bamboo youthful innocence […]
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The Loss of Intimacy
She bustles in, weighed down with his clean underwear, pyjamas, barley water and boiled sweets, his reading glasses, now repaired, holding back wisps of her grey hair. She has to catch the bus at the same time every day and sit for hours, making repetitive small-talk with a man who doesn’t know her name, has forgotten, […]
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