Although she was awake now, she still saw the silhouettes of cattails rocking in the water, while the mosquitoes earnestly tried to escape the wind and land onto its fuzzy coat.  There were so many mosquitoes that a soprano harmony swayed in the air!  The sun was setting, or was it rising?...  No matter; it was right in front of her on the horizon ( Read more... )

You are like summer.  With your coming, the birds, the flowers, the water, and I all rejoice in the rays of silk that sprinkle from the sky.  In the moonlight, we gather around the fire and tell stories from our past.

The birds speak of the wind that they’ve met on their adventures.  Wind changes with speed, they say.  If you want to meet a hard, ( Read more... )

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