Twenty-Six Plucks

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weather somersaults
snowcovers recede, plant buds muse
timely, piouslyOne can hear the spring coming. The music is changing from doleful strings to pleasant woodwinds. It excites this man, it reminds him that there are ways to...fix the situation. But his spirit needs to be restored first

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[therippling]

I like fire.

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One loves fire. It is unmatched in its ability to destroy and renew.

[therippling]

I like it in the blood better.

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That is a poem for the death of winter. One will make a poem about his own for you, Kojiro.

rusty livings juice
beckons ceaselessly, woodwind
flirts, blade laughting

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Miss Matako?

[themonkeyswife]

It's nice that it's becoming warmer, isn't it? I mean, the winter is nice, too, but it's also nice to see the flowers come back!

... Oh? You mean, you feel weak? I could cook something for you, if that helps!

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Of course spring is lovely, of course, and the flowers are inspiring, but truthfully one's favorite season is the winter. The heat does him badly.

One may take you up on your offer, miss, what is your name?

[themonkeyswife]

Oh, I understand that! You have to drink a lot of water and tea in the summer and when it's hot! But don't forget to dress warm enough when you're outside in the winter! Boys are always careless with that.

I'm Nene, the most powerful woman in Japan! And, uhm... Who are you?

[not_his_shadow]

And what would you require for that?

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Claws raking my back, sir.

[not_his_shadow]

Claws. That's a rather special taste.