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In the past I’d reply in a bewildered kind of way, “…I don’t know, I just do.”
And then I’d go into a rather awkward lengthy explanation on how I appreciate their beauty, their history, trying hard to explain that quintessential feeling I get every time I hold a Japanese sword in my hands.
It’s never very straightforward.
It is without question that Japanese swords have changed and influenced my life quite profoundly. And so I have done a fair amount of soul searching as to why I believe I love these wonderful works of art.
It’s literally taken me a few years to write this article. I want to share these thoughts about the Japanese sword because I know there are many more people out there that connect in the same way I do.
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