It was foggy yesterday. A what-trick-Ann-Arbor-is-playing-again awe rised when I opened the door. And I thought of Ichi in Amsterdam. How was she at the time? What it was like in Amsterdam became a very enchanting mystery. She wrote on her blog that all the acquaintances and friends no longer meant a physical individual but rather a symbolizing silhouette of spiritual power and beauty as the distance was so great between us and them. Their existence assured us the strength of will power. I thought of those when I was walking to the class, and her words were so precise in our mother tongue that I was so deeply moved. She should not feel any surprise if I said I loved her-- because I believed among our hearts we and our small group of friends have an unbreakable spiritual dependence that is so precisely love.
I yearned to see Ichi in Amsterdam. I hate to see the ticket price so high.
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