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Voices of the Mountains

I clearly remember that day when I was surrounded by a fog in the mountains of Funasaka. The green trees became blue shadows sinking into the gray, melted into the air, and I felt as if they resonated with my works I painted thinking about the green of the mountains. Through the evening into the night, bugs swarmed around the light in the classroom. I drew that image on a black paper.