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“These sunflower seeds are good,” I said, taking a couple more. Kojima was drinking his bourbon and soda at a leisurely pace. I took a small sip from the glass in front of me. A flawless martini. I set down my drink with a sigh. The glass was cold, its surface ever so slightly frosted over. “The rainy season is almost here,” Sensei said. Right,
... See moreHiromi Kawakami • Strange Weather in Tokyo: A Novel
Rain soaks my hut then the sun shines weather can change in the blink of an eye but not as fast as the breath of existence at dusk it’s hard to hear the morning bell
Stonehouse Red Pine • The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse
It's a world where time is not a fierce enemy but a musical rhythm that adds depth and essence to our life dance—a step here, a twirl there, a graceful aging, and a humble acceptance of the finale.
