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| Misty tints of pink welcome us in the cloudy weather of early blossom season. |
Water falling from a criff, a stream running between rocks, thousands of plum trees in the slopy grove. | |
| Smells from the food stalls put visitors in festive-mood this springlike district. |
Evoking nostalgia for childhood the long yellow line of rape blossoms sways on the riverside. | |
| Sea gulls mew like cats, ripples wash the shore, a sight-seeing bus drives by. |
The dark sea asleep far below our eyes, the whole city awake in twinkling light, our talk thriving into midnight. | |
| Mountanious landscape one side, ocean view the other side, the train jolting on a single track. |
The dried brown hill rises with a silent crater in the center. Behind,Mt. Fuji. | |
| The ancient Western clocks with full imagination of their journey displayed here in the Museum. |
Outside the vehicle my eyes attracted now and then, "Look,cherry blossoms!"resounding. |
| March 7,1998 at Izu Peninsula |
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A lost child I am |
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