Numbers, I am too naive to understand, but I’ve heard that some three hundred thirty million gods reside amid these pristine cedars. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Some pilgrims shoo me away as if I’m the devil incarnate, while others welcome me with endearing smiles. In this temple complex of million gods, I see my gods daily. ⠀⠀⠀
And when I do, I climb uphill to the vagrant clouds or run amok down by the river stream. The happiness in me bursts through every pore of my furry skin, and when I lay a spent force by the blades of grass, my dreams to are of you.
Tell me, is there happiness like mine?
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