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On white blue skies swaying pink petals of sakura. I am go by old trail, along the overgrown slope. Spring wind caresses young green grass. Flowering cherry trees give me a refreshing shadow.


This is a charming view!


I like to come here every year at this time. To sit here, to walk here, breathe this fresh air. And also... I like to look at the crystal clean pond, in which fallen petals are floating.

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