"On the sea at Ômi,
Plovers fly the waves at dusk
And with their cries
My mind is turned
To thoughts of long ago."
--Hitomaro
"sometimes life feels like an endless stroll on the beach in winter; you walk and walk and there are pieces of yourself scattered all around but you can never decide whether to gather them or let the waves carry them away" --@dreamsofbeing_
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