A fleeting image left me wondering and sad as I drove through our local park today...
An autumn wood
A flowing river
An old man sat with his head in his hands
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No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
-Basho, Matsuo (1644-1694).
Attempting the new.
No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
-Basho, Matsuo (1644-1694).
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1 comment:
beautiful, Erin. Andrew and Chris helped me get to your blog. I love it and you
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