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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() In the photo my father took last year, my grandmother and I stand on the shaved grass in the front yard of her house in Gonjiam. The sweet and fruity aroma of Mugunghwa flowers wafts across the garden. I see the watercolor sky free of clouds and pigeons graze over the pine trees while a snail loafs on the branch
of the cherry blossom tree, the summer sun bursting on top of our heads. Fallen leaves drift by breeze and behind us glimmers Hal-meo-ni’s two-story house with a navy colored roof, the pink and white royal azaleas blooming amongst the medallion flowers. The Jindo at the corner of her garden sleeps on its paws on the grass while the neighbor’s dog bays in front of their porch. I remembered thinking, somewhere, someone’s stuck between beauty and emptiness. Comments are closed.
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