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“Hello… hello…” Tyler’s voice echoed throughout the vacant cavern.

Where is everyone?  It’s lonely, guys.

Tanka Time:

As the doe nurses
her newborn fawn, the arrow
has eyes to find her.
“Now that—that!” yells the hunter;
“No, no, why!” cries the savage.
No matter how hard
I try, I can’t stop thinking
of my old village.
The scent of cherry blossoms
lingers and echoes in my mind.



(Where are you?)