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“Later, for the first time in a very long time, I heard my aunt play the piano. Its tone was soft, and just like I remembered it. At the kitchen window one overcast afternoon, I watched its beautiful music as it flowed from her room upstairs, threaded through the trees in the garden, and slipped away into the gray sky.”

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The Premonition

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Banana Yoshimoto
Banana Yoshimoto

Banana Yoshimoto is a Japanese writer celebrated for her minimalist and introspective style. Born on July 24, 1964, she gained prominence in the 1990s with her novel 'Kitchen'. Yoshimoto's works often delve into themes of loneliness, youth, and the complexities of human relationships. more

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