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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.

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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
Skeletons
Knife
Knives
Memory
Fields
Weathered
Memories
Piercing
Like
Skeleton
Windy

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