The ‘Pharos’ of Ise Shima

“…And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
Through the deep purple of the twilight air,
Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light
With strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!…”
………… H.W. Longfellow

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The windmill that never turned and other stories

Come October, I would’ve done two years in Japan. Saying, anything like, ‘it feels like yesterday that I first landed in Nagoya’; would not be justifiable by any means, for the two years did feel like TWO YEARS, or rather, TWO EONS, to be exact. Call it time dilution, or anything, time is on a slow bike race here on the island, and at times, sure might win over the snail by quite a big margin.

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