A persimmon still hangs between the rain streaks. The sky is wet on my umbrella.
A magpie sits at the tip of the persimmon branch outside the window. The alley wall just below is wet.
A magpie sat on the persimmon tree at the alley's edge, then flew off, leaving only the branches swaying.
Raindrops clung to the persimmon branch at the end of the alley, holding on as if about to fall. I folded my umbrella and passed beneath.
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A magpie sits at the tip of the persimmon branch outside the window. The alley wall just below is wet.
A magpie sat on the persimmon tree at the alley's edge, then flew off, leaving only the branches swaying.
Raindrops clung to the persimmon branch at the end of the alley, holding on as if about to fall. I folded my umbrella and passed beneath.