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| 6ebda76 | Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket. 'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem. | identity karen-tei-yamashita poems poet poetry poets self stories tropic-of-orange | Karen Tei Yamashita | |
| e66f134 | Just cuz you get to the end doesn't mean you know what happened. | ending endings karen-tei-yamashita learning stories tropic-of-orange understanding what-happened | Karen Tei Yamashita | |
| 4c47a18 | Time could heal, but it wouldn't make wrongs go away. Time came back like a reminder. Time folded with memory. In a moment, everything could fold itself up, and time stand still. | karen-tei-yamashita memories memory time tropic-of-orange | Karen Tei Yamashita |