“Here in a
thatched hut
hidden
among
mountain
peaks with
barely room
for one I am
suddenly invaded by
wandering
white clouds.”

— Koho Kenichi

Koho Kenichi (1241 - 1316), quoted in: junchiyabari.com http://junchiyabari.com/. Accessed 2018-06-23.

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