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My body is like a drifting cloud. I ask for nothing, I want nothing. My greatest joy is a quiet nap; my only desire for this life is to see the beauties of the seasons. – kamo ; Journeys of Simplicity; Traveling Light by Philip Harnden

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“when he [basho] could no longer stay idle at home because, as he put it, the gods seemed to possess his soul. He patched his trousers, repaired his bamboo hat, bid farewell to his friends, and hoisted his pack onto his bony shoulders.” – Journeys of Simplicity; Traveling Light by Philip Harnden
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