Tuesday, April 23, 2013
147. Winter's end.
Ink and wash on paper.
Out from the creek's mouth, the ice gradually gets thinner, and - where the pond's ice is covered by snow - there regularly comes powerful bangs from below.
It is Spring which is knocking, with large, sun-heated hands.
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