"Pebbles? Carved scriptures?" the middle-aged woman exclaimed in surprise.
"Since you've come only this year, it's not strange that you don't know about that place; even I, who have been here for many years, only knew that it was the wall in front of the Buddha. I've just learned that there really are people who use pebbles to carve scriptures, and she was the only one,"
"Miss, do you know who she is? She seems to be about the same age as you. Have you seen her before..."
"She should be two or three years younger than me, but I've never asked who she is. I only saw her once in the autumn seven years ago. After that, she came almost every month, with the most frequent visits happening every two or three days. Then she slowly stopped coming, and it's probably been about two years since she last came..." She cast a sidelong glance at the much elongated silhouette, not knowing whether it was familiar or strange.
