Silken thread
"Slung over a screen, a dress of silk and gauze. The autumn wind." -Taniguchi Buson Haru and Kiku sat in a small clearing, the wind rustled gently though the leaves, putting Haru's ears in a constant swiveling state. He looked over...
"Slung over a screen, a dress of silk and gauze. The autumn wind." -Taniguchi Buson Haru and Kiku sat in a small clearing, the wind rustled gently though the leaves, putting Haru's ears in a constant swiveling state. He looked over...