侘寂 To love a thing whose demise you can foresee: a swallow flying through a windstorm, a teapot cracked. A lopsided house, stone roof off center, leftmost stilts […]
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侘寂 To love a thing whose demise you can foresee: a swallow flying through a windstorm, a teapot cracked. A lopsided house, stone roof off center, leftmost stilts […]
Read MoreIN Summer 2015