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In Empress Akikonomu’s autumn garden, the plantings were more beautiful than usual. All the autumn colors were gathered together, and emphasized by low fences of black and red. Though the flowers were familiar, they looked different in shape. The morning and evening dews were like gem-studded carpets. She returned to her residence in Rokujo. They forgot the spring’s garden, which had been so pleasing a few months before.
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