When I met Koga-san — a teacher whose sensibility, reverence, and rhythm mirror my own — something opened. With her, tea became not just a study, but a language. A conversation. A devotion. The one I had longed for.
We cross cultures not to dilute, but to deepen. We travel not to borrow — but to belong. More fully to ourselves. More gently to each other. More completely to the moment at hand.
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ABOUT The Author
Welcome to Mirukashi Ink, the literary heart of Mirukashi —
where thought becomes texture,
and language lingers like flavor. I write for those who crave more than content.
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to taste, to season, to meaning, to the poetry of living.
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