I realized that I have really been here before, on some level.
Look, there’s still my imprints on the grass,
from the last time.
Hundreds of seconds or years ago... and after now.
Names change.
Maybe it's just me seeing a lake again.
Or moving water.
Or a flat horizon,
pressed between
heavy and light
blue.
From Mii-dera to the shore of Biwa:
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