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OGATA KENZAN

Autumn

However gorgeous the painted leaves
Autumn is not mine to say.
How I begrudge the wind in the pines
That too soon scatters the crimson.

Ogata Kenzan

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  1. Jean Casey

    Don’t hurry the season!

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  2. Phil Hansotia

    I watch as leaves turn color, and I watch as they fall, and there is npothing we can do about either, except sigh and move on. Phil

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  3. Tom's Jude

    While I dread the “wind in the pines that too soon scatters the crimson,” TODAY I relished the cool breeze, blue sky and puffy clouds as I sat on my front stoop after my morning walk. The beauty of the present moment gives me peace and hope.

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Monsieur K, Herr Klaus, Klaus Thiemann.
March 2, 1954 -- May 26, 2023 †

Monsieur K, Herr Klaus, Klaus Thiemann 

March 2, 1954 -- May 26, 2023 †

He fought. A lot.
But in the end, he lost.
Heavy treatments.
More than 3 and a half years of illness...
Klaus' life ended this Friday, May 26, in our house. He was 69 years, 3 months and 24 days old.
Since then, our cats have been looking for him everywhere. His absence is devastating. 

On an afternoon in June or July, at a date and location yet to be determined, all those who wish to greet Klaus will be invited to gather in his memory, or have a thought for him from the other side of the world.

Christine Janvier, Klaus’ partner
Saint-Nazaire, Loire-Atlantique, France

Il a lutté. Beaucoup. Il s'est battu.
Mais finalement il a perdu.
Des traitements lourds.
Plus de 3 ans et demi de maladie...
La vie de Klaus a pris fin ce vendredi 26 mai, dans notre maison. Il avait 69 ans, 3 mois et 24 jours.
Depuis, nos chats le cherchent partout. Son absence est dévastatrice.

Un après-midi de juin ou juillet, à une date et en un lieu encore inconnus, tous ceux qui souhaitent le saluer pourront se réunir en sa mémoire, ou avoir une pensée pour lui de l'autre bout du monde.

Christine Janvier, sa compagne
Saint Nazaire, Loire Atlantique, France

Er hat gekämpft. Sehr.
Leider hat Er letzt endlich verloren.
Schwere Therapien.
Mehr als 3,5 Jahre Krankheit...
Das Leben von Klaus ging am 26. Mai zu Ende in unserem Zuhause. Er wurde 69 Jahre, 3 Monate und 24 Tage alt.
Unsere Katzen suchen ihn überall. Seine Abwesenheit ist verheerend.

Einen Nachmittag im Juni oder Juli an einem noch unbekannten Datum und Ort können alle, die es wünschen haben zusammenkommen an ihn zu erinnern oder aus aller Welt einen Gedanken an Ihn zu senden.

Christine Janvier, Seine Lebensgefaehrtin
Saint Nazaire, Loire Atlantique, Frankreich

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