Growing up as a child in Japan, in the winter my family and I would often go to my grandmother’s house on Awaji Island on long weekends. The small cottage was built on a hill overlooking the ocean, and behind was lined with mandarin trees as far as the eye could see.
My grandmother was an amazing woman. She was very quiet and didn’t want to be the center…
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