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September 26, 2006

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Koichi

Your story reminds me of a coal-fired stove which installed in each class when I was in elementary school. Pupil took it in turn to kindle a fire and to grow it everyday in winter. However not all of them are good at the job. Someone failed to light off some coal.
We seldom see a natural fire these days. When I happed to see it I feel primitive aspirations. The feeling is preserved in the inmost recesses of the soul. It might be stored in my DNA.

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