2011.05.24 13:00 - No-one said a thing

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    There exists a session for this ID but there are no lines recorded. A guardian was present but no-one said a thing.
    "When all thoughts
    Are exhausted
    I slip into the woods
    And gather
    A pile of shepherd's purse.
    Like the little stream
    Making its way
    Through the mossy crevices
    I, too, quietly
    Turn clear and transparent."
    — Ryokan
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