Kogitsune. Part 2. In the beginning, when I lived on my mother’s milk alone, Father would come every day to see me. He acknowledged my sisters too, but it was a different sort of attention he gave them. Xia Xia Lake, Create a website or blog at www.doorway.ru Xia Xia Lake. Stories inspired by history, theater and art “Kogitsune,” he whispered. His breath faltered and his shoulders quivered. “Don’t. We are not friends anymore. You threw me to the crows, prey for the long nosed tengu to carve at my heart. But I will grant you this blessing because last night I learned about forgiveness. Kogitsune (Xia Xia Lake, self-published, Translation, Kogitsune. La piccola volpe, Reproduced with permission from the author) A yellow flower brushed his cheek. He pushed it away but it kept finding its way back. I chuckled.
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Kogitsune. Part 2. In the beginning, when I lived on my mother’s milk alone, Father would come every day to see me. Xia Xia Lake, Create a website or blog at. Part 3 The hardest lesson I learned in those early years was the difference between death and immortality. During those days I spent my time solely with Father, wandering up and down the mountain, him leaving a trail of irises behind, as we checked if all was well with the spirits. “Hajimemashite, Kogitsune.” It’s the first time we meet, Kogitsune. He looked down at me, his golden eyes shining with his divinity. “Hajimemashite, Otousan.” We said nothing more that day, but spent the moments contemplating the lake in a silence while our hearts spoke and got acquainted.
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