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Date: 2016-12-14 08:55 am (UTC)Several years ago, I had a fever of 104 and in my fevered delirium conceived of the notion that the closest equivalent in Western literature for references was the Bible, and I had written some tanka for my then-girlfriend (Japanese-American) about Ruth to Naomi and how my love for her was like unto... oof. Thankfully the fever broke before I actually *sent* them. (Neither of us are Christian, so it would have been super weird.) We broke up shortly thereafter, but at least it was unrelated. Getting dumped because of incompatibility is way way better than getting dumped because you wrote someone weird Bible haiku when fevered. [giggling] It's funny now.