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June 16, 2015

The Transient

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Life as we live it is that of a transient. We are merely passing through from town to town. Like the moon, we cross the sky. We go through changes. We are here and then we are gone. Silently, it all slips away with the stars as a witness. A dot in the universe that comes and goes.

Blowing from the west
Fallen leaves gather
In the east.

- Yosa Buson