It was a cold winter’s morning. A thin smattering of snow lay upon the paddy fields, bare and brown in the winter. A tall red-crowned crane walked slowly through the stubble, searching for food. Its favourite snails and dragonflies had vanished with the cold, and though weeks had passed since the completion of the harvest, there were still grains of ric…
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