Yumi Kazama - Work

She found herself drawn to the river, where glassy reflections doubled the sky. On the bank, a woman in a gray coat fed crumbs to koi who rose like punctuation marks from the water. The woman’s face was turned away, but there was a tension to the way she pressed her hands together that Yumi recognized—the same exactness of someone learning to forgive herself.

She found herself drawn to the river, where glassy reflections doubled the sky. On the bank, a woman in a gray coat fed crumbs to koi who rose like punctuation marks from the water. The woman’s face was turned away, but there was a tension to the way she pressed her hands together that Yumi recognized—the same exactness of someone learning to forgive herself.