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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Sound
World
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Solitude
Winter
Wind

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