Tread lightly, slowly. Listen. The sotoba in the graveyard clattering in the breeze. Ghosts? Black lacquer and gold. Sitting cross-legged on the tatami. Alone. Wondering. What does it all mean? A lifetime of unknowing. The dead. Chirping floorboards - "song of the uguisu". Necessary renovations and temporary solutions - fluorescent lighting, air conditioners, televisions, faux-wood flooring. Enormous prayer beads. Monks sweeping tatami mats. A cardboard box of apples - misplaced? A delicate chime. Heavy doors closing.
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