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This March, 1990, I was walking in Nagara river East of Kyoto.
The river is now trouble with big project building dam.
So I walked from the mountaintop to the ocean with a friend.
30 people started, and, at the end,
500 people walked together.
And, one morning, I found an ancient earthenware
on the riverbed.
"Twilight to men, before sunrise,
I ramble along the river Nagara in thick fog.
Among pebbles in the riverbed, one
broken piece of earthenware, Neolithic Japan,
maybe 5,000 years old.
In twilight fog, somebody walking in front of me
but just shadow is he the earthenware maker
mingling with pebbles, mingling with fog, drifting on river,
drifting on history?
I will be a twilight man tomorrow.
What will be my earthenware?"
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