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Udon
Or Soba?
He stops
No robe
No Buddhist name
No doubt
My bald head
In winter
Her kisses
The Cars
Along Enoshima
Night waves
Cold
Even greater cold
He hugs her
Kamakura
Bows to Fuji
I do the same
Empty garden
You see all
Just her
Not finding the way
Entering the path
Hokokuji temple
Nothing
Left untouched
Frozen pond
He holds her
Walking now
One shadow
Winter temple
Original reality
Needs gloves
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