Wipe the dust away
Scrub yourself clean
Of the thousand year old grime
You never thought to dredge up
It is time to end
The gathering of granules
And soot and time
For this spring is for change
With feather-light touches
Push body and mind
Toward a life without regret
Without hate or disgust
You have wanted this change
For so long in your life
But it will not simply declutter
Without your own touch
About the Creator
Wren Donato
A genderqueer young adult with big dreams but a lot more anxiety than needed. An aspiring author, illustrator, and actor with a love of fiction!
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During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan6 days ago in Wander
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