“Such a minister! I see no use to have the sign, ‘Fruit Grower,’ if you don’t sell.”
“Well, my dear lady, God will be merciful to let me use it in place of ‘Poem Manufacturer!’”
My uncle announced that tea was boiled.
We left the garden.
9th—The fogs held possession of our world, like the darkness of night.
Where did they invade from?
Pacific Ocean?
Our hillside cottages looked like a tottering ship having no hope for any haven.
Tremendous sight!
I planted me on the hilltop. My mind merged in Japanese mythology. I felt as if I were the first goddess, Izanagi, standing on the “Floating Bridge of Heaven,” before the creation.