From 52fc0dab78a5a31a74e86206211133ec68b34fc9 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2022 21:10:02 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/3/seasons/index.html | 14 +++++--------- 1 file changed, 5 insertions(+), 9 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/3/seasons/index.html b/writing/3/seasons/index.html index e1a308e37..8f4ffaddb 100644 --- a/writing/3/seasons/index.html +++ b/writing/3/seasons/index.html @@ -77,20 +77,16 @@ we bind ourselves to others \parencite[11]{issa}

We are the seasons that comprise our lives. We are beholden to the passing of our days as they are, yes, but we are also unable to truly truly begin something anew. We are are also comprised of that which came before, and are bound to those around us.6

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Haiku by Issa - https://archive.org/details/autumnwindselect0000koba/page/10/mode/2up

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Heedless that the dews -mark the passing of our day — -we bind ourselves to others - -(Mi no ue no tsuyu to mo shirade hodashikeri - p.11 - spring) +

Spring is nothing without Winter. Even when it has its own snows, Spring is what it is specifically because it isn’t winter. There’s that vernal equinox and then suddenly the days are longer than the nights, the world begins anew, and

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Ukigusa ya +ukiyo no kaze no +iu mama ni Floating weeds, as blow the winds of the floating world — drifting and drifting -(Ukigusa ya ukiyo no kaze no iu mama ni - p.18 - spring)
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Summer

Summer, season of hot insomnia, That much never seems to change at all.