DAY 05 ONE THOUSAND BUDDHAS
Training
inside, room full of miasmas. Under the hill, no view; only this deep fog all
around me.
I put a prayer on a tree, and I ran until the golden Buddha.
I found this calligraphy
for you, in this part of the city where the time is suspended.
Last training day tomorrow.
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