"If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1807-1882)
Her gaze, her pace, honest, set As her soul, trudging the komorebi path Ablaze and cold as the day
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