I have this memory of standing in
the back room of our old house, which had a glass paneled ceiling and
French doors that led out into the garden. It was summer and one of
those days that was either clear blue skies, or perhaps there was only
one or two small clouds, and it was quite hot. I can still hear the
birds singing and the wind in the leaves of the tree at the end of the
neighbour's garden. Everything was as it should be. It was peaceful.
And then I always think of Rinko Kawauchi...
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