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	<title>Comments on: 2007/07/25 The mundane around Gojo west of Horikawa, Kyoto</title>
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	<description>David Ing, at large ... Sometimes, my mind wanders</description>
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		<title>By: Lynn Rasmussen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lynn Rasmussen</dc:creator>
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		<description>I have a bright memory from Kyoto. It was early evening. We were walking through Gion. I looked to my right and rushing down the cobbled road was a girl in a traditional geisha kimono, hair up and polished, white powdered face, absolutely beautiful.

She disappeared into a small house on the river.

A flash of beauty. A visual haiku.

Thanks, David, for the reminder.</description>
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<p>She disappeared into a small house on the river.</p>
<p>A flash of beauty. A visual haiku.</p>
<p>Thanks, David, for the reminder.</p>
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