Sakeland
scent of hot sake
sake it is not always
always how you make it ha-
happens that it is
what matters the scent
scent of fermented
indulgence in rice
rice at least seven
entire years for one moment
moments I love rice
writing haiku with
with Santoka in Sakeland
drink smell laugh wry wit
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