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Prompted by lines from the poem: Evening wind ~Yosa Buson
Evening wind:water laps the heron's legs.
They lay together, side by side on the reed lined shore. Quiet now. The Russian and American finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The fire fight was fierce but one by one they darted their attackers.
Utter silence, as a heron raised it’s graceful head, taking off into the sunset.
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