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The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.