window, small clouds rise. Papá dances to the electric beat of the marimba, his cheek bristly against Mamá’s neck; his thick fingers sift
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Late fall the white fur grew up your spine thick as the tail of a marten. You built up the fire, wrapped your legs with skins, but how that chill wind broke through sill and jamb.
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My dinner today is soba🍜 帆立蕎麦とイカの揚げ物とみかん🍊 https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRyElb6rVb19OtyPKHz9LkrOVW5FEDx7dfSHw&s
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