After exchanging the usual pleasantries—“How nice it is to see you!” “Isn’t it depressing to sleep in a strange place?”—I was secretly to hand her a note written on glossy white paper:

You cannot possibly know
How the vision of someone
Just met clings to my heart. [1.6]

sad girl



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From The Confessions of Lady Nijō, translated by Karen Brazell - About this site