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a good friend Once you get to know it Introduced by a friend living in Yeosu Looking as if raised in a single-room thatched house Skin tanned by the sea breeze The scent of salted fish drifting by Perhaps because it grew up watching the...

leaves fall, that woman, her father, her brother— they climb the roof, all day weaving yellow on the tiles of the thatched house. Sometimes I glimpse her courtyard through the open gate— hear her murmuring words I cannot catch, see her...

brutal beating. The drumbeat settles into a low, heavy rumble beneath the performance as darkness descends over the thatched-roof house. The rhythm flows slowly at first, then suddenly tightens around the listener’s heart. Riding atop...

they are nothing but futile endeavors completely devoid of productivity. Only one who, even while sitting in a thatched hut on a mountainside devoid of possessions, finds the sound of the wind—the song of nature—to be the most pleasing...