The Opposite of Tadashii Is Left
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Overview
I injured my right hand, and I live with my left hand for a while. I attend a Japanese language school with friends from Myanmar, and I go to meet a white dog. My left hand is awkward and imprecise as a foreign language. The left hand temporarily forgets the lives left behind by the right hand, offers food to the white dog, and slowly traces things that the right hand cannot reach.
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