8/27/2015
“We ran into lots
of old friends.
Friends from
elementary school,
junior high school,
high school.
Everyone had matured
in their own way,
and even as we stood face to
face with them they seemed
like people from dreams,
sudden glimpses through the
fences of our tangled memories.
We smiled and waved,
exchanged a few words,
and then walked on in
our separate directions.”
– Banana Yoshimoto
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