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January 2014, vol 9, no 4

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Genie Nakano


We bathe in a small bathtub every night. Our dog Bodhi, before him it was Genki, comes to watch. He likes to lick water off the green porcelain.

When we get out to towel dry, our terrier dog Toto, suddenly appears. He likes to lick Hideki's moist legs

We never question their behavior and they never question ours. It's a small bathroom and we all fit just right.

the two cranes
soaring on a golden scroll
we purchased in Kyoto
many many years ago
they are us now