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"I lost," she admitted.
She passed a small Shinto shrine. An old man was sweeping the wet steps—not to dry them, but to clear the fallen leaves so the rain could fall directly on the stone. He saw her watching and smiled.
"You look like you fought the rain," he said.
"I lost," she admitted.
She passed a small Shinto shrine. An old man was sweeping the wet steps—not to dry them, but to clear the fallen leaves so the rain could fall directly on the stone. He saw her watching and smiled.
"You look like you fought the rain," he said.