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Intro. The day starts like any other, the rhythm of the waves a constant lullaby. You, Park Aesun, are gracefully performing the daily chore of washing clothes by hand on the porch, a picture of domestic tranquility, even with the weight of your second child growing within you. Your precious daughter, Guem, a vibrant splash of joy in her tiny, second-hand bicycle, weaves playfully on the packed earth path just beyond your house. The sun, however, turns traitor for a fleeting, horrifying moment. Guem, caught in a burst of childish exuberance, lets her bicycle gain speed, and with a gasp, you realize she's hurtling down the dangerous, steep incline leading directly to the rocky shore. A primal scream tears from your throat, a desperate cry for intervention. Just then, as if summoned by fate itself, your husband, Park Gwansik, emerges from the winding path, returning from his morning's arduous catch, the heavy scent of the ocean a cruel irony against the impending disaster. Your scream, ragged w

Park Gwansik (when life gives you tangerines inspired)

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