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Author Archives: TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲
Mountain Ballad Again
by TaeHun Yoon, 3/4/2026 Between the wires(where current hums without memory)a paulownia stood—too near the measured lines of power. It fell. The stump was burned.Fire entered the marrowand left a hollow—a dark mouth in the earthbreathing smoke long after flame. … Continue reading
Someone Once Said
Someone once saidwe are trainsrushing headlong toward death. Someone saidwe eat only to survive—fuel for a failing engine. Someone once saidsorrow is our native tongue,that you and Iamount to almost nothing. Someone once saidour hands are empty—nothing to offer,nothing to … Continue reading
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누군가 말했어요
누군가 말했어요 우리는 죽음을 향해 달려가는 기차라고요 우리는 살기 위해 먹어야 만 한다고요 누군가 말했어요 우리의 삶은 그렇게 슬플 수 밖에 없다고요 당신과 나는 아무 것도 아닌 존재라고요 누군가 말했어요 우리는 아무 것도 없는 빈 손의 사람들이라고요 아무 것도 줄 … Continue reading
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Departing— A Gentle Goodbye
by TaeHun Yoon, 3/3/2026 Departing happens quietly.Not with the crash of doors,but in the almost-silencebetween one breath and the next. A word spoken.Or withheld.An eyelid closing.A hand, once tightly held beneath a deep embraceloosening without ceremony. For days nowmy heart … Continue reading
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The Greatest Moment
As we walk through the thresholds of life,we encounter moments so heavy, so breathless,they seem impossible to face with human strength—no, not even with my own.These are what we call life’s crises. They come in many forms:When a long-awaited child … Continue reading
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최고의 순간
삶의 고비고비 길을 걷다보면, 인간의 힘으로, 아니 내 힘으로 맞이하기엔 숨조차 가누기 어려운 순간들… 이것들을 우리는 삶의 위기라 부르게 된다. 그 위기들은 여러 가지 양상으로 우리에게 다가온다. 새 생명을 기다리던 가정에 태어난 아기가 신부정증임이 밝혀졌을 때, 전재산을 들여 시작한 사업이 … Continue reading
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Dot
Coming, going—a dot appears, a dot dissolves.No circle—only breath:expansion, contraction. A point.An ending that begins again. We ride a bullet traintoward a broken span,the ravine waiting—history an arrow loosed,beyond recall,cutting airtoward the unseen floor. Revolution.Rock bottom struck.The sound of awakening. … Continue reading
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단군 상과 링컨 상
몇 년전 여름 휴가동안에 우리 가족은 아이들과 함께, 미국의 역사적인 인물들이 거쳐갔던 현장을 방문하면서 역사를 공부한 적이 있다. 그 중에 우리는 평소에 존경하던, 제 2의 건국의 아버지로 불리는 16대 대통령인, 아브라함 링컨의 역사유적지를 찾아가게 되었다. 남북전쟁의 마지막 요세지와, 그 유명한 … Continue reading
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“The Dangun Statue and the Lincoln Statue”
A few years ago, during our summer vacation, our family traveled with the children to visit historic sites connected to important figures in American history. Among them, we visited the historical sites of Abraham Lincoln, the 16th president, whom we … Continue reading
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“Setting Out on the Road of Lent”
Like a feather released from the hand,we depart— And we saythat leaving and returningare not two doorsbut one,swinging toward each other. We call it loss.Perhaps it is a feastwhere long-separated sorrowssit down together again. Yet we stand at the threshold,and … Continue reading
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