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Chieko says that there is no sky in Tokyo,
Says that she wants to see the real sky.
I look up in surprise.
The sky between the young cherry blossom leaves is
The familiar beautiful sky that I cannot
Be separated from.
The blur at the gray smoggy horizon
Is the salmon-pink start of the morning.
Looking far, Chieko says,
Says that the blue sky that appears every day
On top of Mount Atatara
Is her real sky.
This is our simple story.
â Elegies to Chieko, Takamura Koutarou
Says that she wants to see the real sky.
I look up in surprise.
The sky between the young cherry blossom leaves is
The familiar beautiful sky that I cannot
Be separated from.
The blur at the gray smoggy horizon
Is the salmon-pink start of the morning.
Looking far, Chieko says,
Says that the blue sky that appears every day
On top of Mount Atatara
Is her real sky.
This is our simple story.
â Elegies to Chieko, Takamura Koutarou
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Date: 2017-09-27 02:50 am (UTC)Um.
All right. Hang on, let's think this through. It is probably costing them power to retrieve these things, right? But maybe the memories are giving them power back more?
So, if they need us to remember things in order to rebuild these other worlds. Then maybe it gets easier? Or maybe they are getting more power through the memories? But where did this all start, then?