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Ioka came out of a house. The wind was fondling willows. Ioka tasted the rain. The rain tasted like corn and travelling. Ioka, of course, flew up and slowly moved forward, relishing the tickling.

Flying is easy when you can fly. Rain is pleasant if you like it. Taste is a matter of whatsoever. Sounds are chilling when it’s too hot around. This text is both well-measured and ridiculous. In short, everything depends.


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Moments

Rain In America

Ioka was born on a farmyard  in the mountains, high up in the clouds. 
He watched the Japanese light above the tree, went through the grass and through the water.
While the tree is glowing, Ioka dances and dances, up in the house stands the vase of flowers.

He likes the sound of clouds, roses, and elephants.

Rain In America

Ioka.