I was seeing such heavy snow for the first time, so I decided to go out and tread on it, to feel it underfoot. As I walked, I was on the phone with Yutaka, sharing my thoughts in the moment. She doesn't understand Chinese; to her, my words were just sound. On the other end of the line, at home, she conversed with her violin. When I returned home, I was carrying snow on me—on my body, my head, my eyelashes—and I let it snow on Yutaka.
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