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This little room that had cream-white walls with a hint of gray, this room that had cream-brown tiles of zigzag wood, must be the most beautiful room I had ever seen in that moment. My autumn scarf matched this little room that was a favourite to me and the one who brought me here. Simple but beautiful, that’s the best description of what my mind expressed in that moment. I wanted to touch its walls that promised a tender explosion of feeling and in its sunbeams that came through the curtain dance. I wanted to so much that the discipline that had held me calm at many moments lost to my desire. I awoke with excitement but stopped at th

Hey! Sweet friend. Did I tell you of the time? I slept under the cherry blossom tree. No, I do not think I did, now did I friend? Surely I did not tell you of the time when I felt so free. With sweet, sweet blossoms falling to the ground, So slow and almost, just almost without a sound. So peaceful were their movements just like the only heart that beat under its branches and over its roots, in harmony with one another. That moment was as soft as it was kind, a softness produces only as an art. As the wind picked up, so did my heart, so did my soul. The blood in my being moved with the speed of the winded sakura petals all around me and i