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Winter solitude-
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
Intresting haiku, this one. Nice way to start this journal, too.
(Locked to myself)
Master... You died one year ago. Exactly on this date.
Your presence is still heavy in the very atmosphere of the Takano dojo, the one you helped your own father to build, and now is being run by your son and my sister. You told us to not mourn you when you were gone, yet everyone still misses you...
We'll visit you today. My father and the children will come, too, including Yuu's girlfriend. Maybe next year someone else will come with me, but that's something I cannot promise.
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
Intresting haiku, this one. Nice way to start this journal, too.
(Locked to myself)
Master... You died one year ago. Exactly on this date.
Your presence is still heavy in the very atmosphere of the Takano dojo, the one you helped your own father to build, and now is being run by your son and my sister. You told us to not mourn you when you were gone, yet everyone still misses you...
We'll visit you today. My father and the children will come, too, including Yuu's girlfriend. Maybe next year someone else will come with me, but that's something I cannot promise.