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Saturday, October 21st, 2006As the clump of pages remaining thins, I grow sad and nostalgic. I don’t want to leave this precious world behind. Miss Saeki, Komura Library, the painting of the beach, Oshima, his cabin in the woods, the boy named crow (my shadow), Nakata, Hoshino, Sakura … Murakami has somehow played this world into my life. [...]