How deep is the sea of words?
and how far does it go?
"Momoko's eyes are not
misted with anything yet. She gazes into things with them. I
am really envious of her not having any preconceptions."
This is a poem written by Shigekichi Yagi on his two-year-old
I wish I could get back to the time when I saw things in that
I've been working hard with dun
bells, but I've got no quick result so far.
I'm a creator of this home page.
How wonderful the sunset in this time of the year!