goyohanmaru
Sitting at the edge of a quiet wooden porch,
I capture the gentle flow of everyday life.
A morning when sunlight lingered on the jars,
A spoonful of soybean stew that brought tears to my eyes,
And the voice of my mother carried by the wind at the end of the porchโฆ
This channel is a place to revisit the warm emotions weโve forgotten.
May it be a small pause in your tiring day.
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