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The next year, the cranegirl's reel unspooled
as though complete.
The missing scene, lodged
inside my brain, repeated and repeats.






In Japanese, my love's journey
would be yugen, the beautiful
melancholy. Here, it is just sad.







The next year, D. and A., mother
then daughter, pass through
that waiting place. Because the film is Japanese,
reviewers call it bittersweet.






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