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The vanity of Mt. Fuji does not surprise me.
I was thinking that today, but it was a repeat of yesterdays thoughts.
The thought recurred to me as I drove to my parents' house this morning because I could see my reflection in the grainy french press coffee inside of my white Superman mug. "My nostrils are uneven."
Nevertheless, an old man walked on the sidewalk in shorts with an ipod. His gait was uneven as were his socks with double-horizontal red bands pulled up above his shins; moreso in the front than in the back: much like the snows on Mt. Fuji when it find itself in adjacent lakes and streams.
I was thinking that today, but it was a repeat of yesterdays thoughts.
The thought recurred to me as I drove to my parents' house this morning because I could see my reflection in the grainy french press coffee inside of my white Superman mug. "My nostrils are uneven."
Nevertheless, an old man walked on the sidewalk in shorts with an ipod. His gait was uneven as were his socks with double-horizontal red bands pulled up above his shins; moreso in the front than in the back: much like the snows on Mt. Fuji when it find itself in adjacent lakes and streams.