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The Hands That Meet Beyond the Horizon

(the voice of Sehyung Lee) At the bottom of the abyss,where all names fall silentand life leans toward death,I saw two hands— one descendinglike a leaf released by autumn,the other risinglike a small flamesearching for the dawn. Between themwas almost … Continue reading →

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When the Crows Sang for SaRang

The crows came into my backyard this morning— black wings against a pale and trembling sky, singing their ancient song: Caw. Caw. Caw. Their voices were rough, almost sorrowful, and somehow they stirred a fragile place inside my heart. For … Continue reading →

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“Half a Century Later”

Time does not pass. It settles quietly like dust upon an old hymnal, like sunlight resting on photographs whose faces still wait in a fading frame. And after fifty years— or perhaps only yesterday— five friends gathered again by the … Continue reading →

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“Over the River”

— Korea Today, waiting for the election of June 3, 2026 After the sirens,after the flags,after the endless argumentsburning through blue-lit screens, there remainsa trembling countrystanding beside its own reflection. April remembers. May remembers. The streets remember footstepsrunning beneath tear … Continue reading →

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“Looking in the Mirror”

One morning, I noticed something strange—the small hand mirror that always sat in our bathroom was missing. No one else in the family used it but me, so I searched for a while, then gave up. I must have misplaced … Continue reading →

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“A Story of Land”

A poor young woman, twenty‑five years after immigrating to America, purchased land for the first time in her life. It was not to build a large house, nor to create a beautiful garden. She bought a small plot of land … Continue reading →

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Home Coming on Women’s Day

by TaeHun Yoon3/8/2026 It’s strange the way a thought returns—the tide at Saltstraumencomes back to mind today:that narrow run of water where the moonand sea pull hard against the landuntil the current forces through the rockslike something burning under waves. … Continue reading →

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Filling Cloth (Dadeimizil)

I ache for it still—that braided songof my mother and my elder sister,their wooden mallets lifting, falling,lifting again. Slowly at first—tta, tta, tta—like measured breath. Then quicker,a brightening pulse,nearly vanishingas though stepping lightly past a sleeping house,only to break wide … Continue reading →

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“I Can Still Praise!”

Easter was just a month away, and choirs everywhere were busy preparing on this particular evening. The American congregation, with whom we shared the church building, was also hurrying into their rehearsal room. At that moment, a car pulled up … Continue reading →

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“Thousand Birds”

It’s all right to be anything—every shape, every form.Creativity in the skyteaching us how to changewithout breaking. A body walking toward peace,like waves spending their own force,like a symphony risingwithout a single center.A world leaning toward equity—strength learning restraint,weakness discovering … Continue reading →

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