In a great field, the traveler heard these words: I whisper without a voice; I weep but shed no tears.My rings are not of silver or gold, Yet multiply with passing years.
In a great field, the traveler heard these words: I whisper without a voice; I weep but shed no tears.My rings are not of silver or gold, Yet multiply with passing years.
the lost way 
Ahh, clever. Tree? 🙂
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What kind?
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It is a weeping willow.
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Yes. I miss the weeping willows in Kyoto, Daniel. Sapporo had quite a few, too. We have them here as well, but context adds a certain symbolism and beauty.
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