Despair and the Road to the Bamboo Gate
Master Ikkyū sits by the well plinking at his lute. Sōgi waits patiently for a tune to emerge but none does. Finally he clears his throat. “Yes, Sōgi?” “Good morning, Master. I have a request.” The Master continues at the lute, to no end Sōgi can discern. “Go on.” Sōgi sits on the packed earth before Ikkyū. “They say you
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