Fujisan’s peak
engulfed by cloud –- or mountain
engulfing cloud –- both
For one month in early 2005 I stayed at the home of my friend Hiroko Goto, who lives at the foot of Fujisan, the sacred mountain. My room was on the second floor, a beautiful traditional Japanese room with tatami, futon and no heat. Every morning I slipped out from under layers of quilts to slide open the shoji and greet Fujisan. And every morning she showed me a different face.
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