Dragonfly

It was sudden, and then sweeping—the memory of my grandfather.

I was in Chiba, surrounded by stretches of green fields with the summer sky wide open above me, walking alone on a paved road when a small figure hovered in front of me. Its tiny wings were fluttering hastily, as if trying to beat the passing of time.

“A dragonfly!” I said out loud. Continue reading

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A Clover Story

There was a time in my life that whenever I felt bad, I would go looking for clovers. It became a habit around five years ago, when I’d just moved from Manila and noticed that clovers were more abundant in Tokyo. I have always loved the magical stories people weave in everyday objects, so naturally, I felt drawn to the idea of searching for a four-leaf clover.

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