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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
Artist
Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Solitude
Winter
Wind
Sound
World
Colour

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