Moss
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Mosses are the most ancient of land plants, small and low to the ground, without flowers or roots, but with the ability to grow where nothing else can.
—Robin Wall Kimmerer
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The temple bell stops, but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. The fragrant blossoms remain. A nightingale sings sweetly from a grove. Moss covers the garden ground. My mind is tranquil like the water.
—Matsuo Basho
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The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king. The root shall rend the hill by the river’s end, with leaves of gold and silver, and the stone shall bloom with moss.
—J.R.R. Tolkien
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(苔寺)
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