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| At the beach in Shizuoka, this man, his dog and I are watching hawks circle a spot on the rocks. |
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| This old man is feeding them pieces of stale bread. He also brought his dog. |
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| He throws the bread into a pile and the hawks swoop down. Is it dangerous? I ask. No, he says. But they're close overhead and they're huge. He asks me where I'm from. America. What am I doing here? Vacation. I used to work in the city. Nice nice. |
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| Do you have a boyfriend he asks? And we continue throwing the bread. Put it between your fingers and fling your wrist, he tells me. Another man soon joins us to watch. Soon, he's out of bread. He collects his dog, gives me lettuce he grew in his garden, and drives off. |
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