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Sawako Nakayasu

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Every time, these days, it seems, an equation gets forced. Forged:

                  far cry

                  low rise

                                and every morning sticks, figure A, for alas, stick figures, it
figures that we awaken in


Summer camp, swim class, Tokyo, a group of no more than twenty ants all donning their respective swimming caps, some with images of their favorite anime characters printed on the fabric. Forward progression, assisted by a rhythmic movement of ant limbs, just like the instructor instructed, forward forward progress