The rain turns into octopus tentacles as it hits my windshield. Each drop an oculous with imperfections. Yes, even water can be imperfect. Fall has come to Yonago and so has the rain.
A dreary Thursday. I had tea with Takano this morning and will be speaking (or reading more or less) in tongues – French to be exact – for the rest of the day.
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