Our hands parted in early summer; now's the winter's end

Our hands parted in early summer; now's the winter's end.
I'm overjoyed that you've plied your stick to visit me.
You may be leaving after saying a hasty farewell,
but it's far better than not meeting for several months.
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Ema Saiko
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