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The road was frozen. The village lay quiet under the cold sky. Komako hitched up the skirt of her kimono and tucked it into her obi. The moon shone like a blade frozen in blue ice.

Yasunari Kawabata

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Yasunari Kawabata
Age: 72 †
Born: 1899
Born: June 11
Died: 1972
Died: April 16
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
Ōsaka
Blue
Skirts
Moon
Blades
Kimono
Quiet
Frozen
Kimonos
Cold
Ice
Hitched
Like
Village
Tucked
Lays
Shone
Sky
Skirt
Road
Blade

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