A thousand mountains –
not one bird flying.
Ten thousand trails –
no sign of human tracks.
One boat with an old man,
in rush hat and rain cape,
alone,
fishing the cold river snow.
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A thousand mountains –
not one bird flying.
Ten thousand trails –
no sign of human tracks.
One boat with an old man,
in rush hat and rain cape,
alone,
fishing the cold river snow.
