elle sort de son lit

[tsubame]

waking from a dream
of rain falling
to rain, falling

~Alan Spence

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Taken in the courtyard of the inn I stayed in on a trip to the Ise Penninsula. It rained the entire time, but Ise is beautiful in all weather. And there is nothing cozier than coming in from the cold and the wet and crawling under a warm kotatsu.

I love courtyard gardens. Small and perfect.

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Tonight is a night for water. 'La Seine' on endless repeat on my computer. Hot green tea at my elbow, a hot shower to wash away the river pouring from heaven to earth. Standing in the rain, I bought a pouch bearing a sinuous dragon.

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