Poetry in Kyoto

by Wiwid Howat


She wrote a life she loved on the leaves of many books documenting all the details so that one day she could look back at all the things she'd done and all that she had seen, all the people she had known, all the places she had been, and there upon the paper her treasures, line by line, imbued with emotion, invoke moments in time. So although this was a story that only she could tell the ink left upon her pages said "my word, she lived it well."

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