Scattering Garden The bushes bear no seed in winter. Mourners stand on planks of a wooden arch. They release ashes onto rocks below, a sea of blank faces.   Spider’s Stance An alabaster stone, smooth as the rock which bore it and washed it by the stream – among grainy bits of speckled white, stood…

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