During the pause, while one of the attendants was replacing it and I was able to collect myself enough to become aware of my surroundings in the dark, I saw the lay priest Sukeyuki. He was standing beside the cart, the sleeves of his black gown soaked with tears of a grief I also shared. [5.25]

sad girl



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