Out of the five, still more frightening, a girl with glasses.
Flowers of sulphur, in the morning boiled over, on Sunday.
In a happy vein, to confront, a girl does.
Two pieces of saba-zushi, my mother has, with kelp tea.
Twenty days before, a dream a mother dreamed, her daughter's back. Or, twenty days before, a dream a mother dreamed, her daughter got on.