For IF: imperfectHa! This image is certainly that! One of these days I'll fix this poor old girl's face so that it doesn't look smashed in on one side.
The story continues:
On the third day of Tomodata's journey, he encountered a fierce storm. Tomodata became lost and just when he was in despair, the clouds parted and the moon shone on a tiny cottage on a hill. In front of the cottage stood three green weeping-willow trees. Tomodata called out at the door and at once the door was opened by an old woman, who was dressed poorly but neatly. The old woman welcomed him in to rest and eat.
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