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She walks through the twilight,
Her steps make no sound. Her feet make no tracks, In the dew covered ground. Her hand gently beckons, She whispers your name. But those who go with her, Are never again the same. ----------------------------------------- Tanzen and Ekido were once travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling. Coming around the bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. "Come on girl", said Tanzen at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzen, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?" "I left the girl there," said Tanzen. "Are you still carrying her?" |
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