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PART ONE

Every leaf while on its tree sways in unison;

bears the same light and shadow,

is sustained by the same sap that will release it in blazing color.

It is that moment before falling we all live for,

to see ourselves for the first time,

to hear our name being called from the inside.

—Deanna Nikaido,

daughter of a Japanese American “evacuee”