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and from otata’s bookshelf
Kim Dorman, the color of milk tea
∞
Otata mo aru hi wa kite kureru yama no aki fukaku
Otata will come again
one day
late fall in the mountains
— Santoka (as translated by Burton Watson, who notes, “Otata was a woman who went around selling fish in the area of Santoka’s cottage in Matsuyama.”)
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