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Omoitsutsu                          Thinking about him Nureba ya hito no                   I slept, only to have him Mietsuramu                          Appear before me. Yume to shiriseba                   Had I known it was a dream, Samezaramashi wo                    I should never have wakened. ~Ono no Komachi Fujisan, 938 A.D., September 22nd A sea of trees engulfed him, washing away the light of the silver moon and a scattering of early evening stars. Blackness closed in around him, and he made painstakingly slow progress towards the base of the mountain. Branches, roots, and stones seemed to leap out of the dark, predatory, to