tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137757732009-09-09T01:49:53.543-07:00Miwakohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13368220660472713078noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775773.post-6596375613320214852009-07-05T19:31:00.000-07:002009-07-05T20:47:10.837-07:00

Miwako was born in a cave, a bomb shelter. It was December 1944 the war was raging. Kyuushuu 九州 is located north of Okinawa. Air raid was constant. Hitoyoshi had an air port which made itself a good target for the bombing. Large cave were cut out at any hills and amall mounteins as a bomb shelter. Miwako's mother Chiyo later told stories about the cave. Because they spend so much time in the

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Two years flew by since last post. It does not matter, after all we all are in Time-continuum. The Moon still looks the same as 2 years ago. Old stories are unchanged. A young samurai is running in the forest behind the crescent castle, have never aged. He is still young and handsome. Hi's sweet heart (he wish she is his)glows with the dew of youth sprinkled by the keeper of the forest, the wood

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The Crescent catstle= Hitoyoshi jou stand by the river Kuma.The rock wall is covered with green moss. Early morning fog makes this old castle mistic. It is as though all the Daimyou's(war lords) families and samurais still reside in spirit still. Dark nights and early foggy morning belong to those who lived, faught and died for their land and the lord.

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Peoples lives are like a fallen maple leaf in Autumn. The leaf falls from the branch, wind blow the leaf into the neaby stream, the leaf dances on the surface of water like a 5 years old girl with her favorite music turned on. The water carries the leaf down stream , the leaf keeps dancing.The leaf does not know how far it is from where the maple tree stood. In the leaf's mind she has never left

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The story goes back many hundreds, thausand years...and goes to the future.お話は　何百年　何千年以前にもどり　また未来にも続くのです。The land called Yamato is today's Japan. In one theory, Yamato was in Kyushu.大和、日本のはじまりは　九州だという説もあります。Hitoyoshi, Itsuki ...main place of this story is in the middle of large island, called kyushu (kyu=9,shu= state...nine states)このお話の中心となる　人吉や五木という所は九州のまん中位に位地しています。

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My first post.River flows from high mountain. It start as a trickle of snow melt down the creak ,down down water runs between pine trees and white rocks. The water is cold and clear, so clear that it looks as though the water is not present. Oh what a sight to see those river stones and pebbles in rainbow color!

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