"The words a father speaks to his children in the privacy of the home are not overheard at the time, but, as in whispering galleries, they will be clearly heard at the end and by posterity."
Jean Paul Richter, writer (1763-1825)
Her gaze, her pace, honest, set As her soul, trudging the komorebi path Ablaze and cold as the day
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