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The Water-Harp-Cave
The caretaker in the old garden we have paid a few coins to visit patiently ladles water from the dipper onto the rocks that drip drops.
  ONE by one by ONE... into the water-harp-cave as we take turns listening through the hollow bamboo   and this you say, "is the true sound of Japan..." a music of echoes which can never repeat itself, hidden away in a clay pot underground...  
"ping...PING...ping" to be heard only by one person, one guest at a time.
- Jonathan Brewer (NSI)@