| Islands all around, each with its pine trees, and the wind-- how cool its sound! -Shiki  |  The blue heron speaks, you are laughing to the rain! I know where I am. |
 |  The old pine tree speaks divine wisdom; the secret bird manifests eternal truth. -Zenrin-Kushu |
 | One apple blossom! This place singing with the spring, recreating me. |
 | The bridge in winter, the sun laughing with the tides understanding them.  |
Walking by seashore seagulls sand and suddenly plants on mossy rocks. -Carlos Fleitas  |  |
 | Gusts of ocean wind wander this deserted beach drifting all to one. -James W. Hackett  |
 |  Shadows at the path. We are drifting with this place, the edge of the sun. |
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