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One must get up early and enter the park of Nara at dawn, before the battalions of tourists
come to murder the silence. Then, not yet sated on the waters they’ll be stuffed with all day
long, the stags still trot up to you and let themselves be petted. And with a little luck you
will witness a magical scene: two ladies practicing their singing near the pond, where the
water carries the voices. It carries them so clearly that a bird has stopped to listen. A bird
and his double -for the song is one of those songs with two such perfectly attuned voices
that one seems the reflection of the other, and on that morning it just couldn’t do without
the reflection of a bird.

And I did not yet know this poem of Basho:

The willow contemplates
the heron’s reflection
Upside-down