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her purse and pulled out a silk pouch. Inside, a silver hairpin shaped like a crane with wings extended.
My mother gave this to me at Incheon Airport the day I left Korea. She had said I was dead to her. But she pressed this into my hand at the last moment and said, come back.
She looked at me.
I want you to wear it today.
I bent my head. She slid the continue reading …
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