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"Kit lives, though he is buried not far from here; and I am dead, though I watch the days-end light pinking cloudstreaks above the mountain in the distance, a tree in the foreground for suitable contrast. The old barrel-man is dust; his cask, too, I daresay."Through the tub that the old man is caulking, Fuji is a brief triangle on the horizon, across the dried and cracked mud of rice paddies. This is the last stop along the Tokaido Road from which the mountain can be seen.- from 24 Views