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For sad girls in snow,
and sickly girls in summer.

For the slaves who overthrew the emperor,
and the geniuses who dove into the darkness.

For the melting of the line (and the heart) between gar and moe,
and the line between boy and girl.

For the fleeting memory of thirteen hours,
and for the twisted eternity of June 1983.

For the slow falling of cherry blossom petals in spring,
and the rapid leaping of girls through time.

For the Seven Nights which can cut through fate,
to the right eye which can reshape it.

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For cans of tomato juice,
vanilla ice cream,
and chips with honey and mayonnaise.

For hopping,
stepping,
jumping,
stellar spinning,
Master Sparking,
and RELEASEing.

(For megane,
and F***ING HAND HOLDING!)

For the tears that were taken away,
for the two that sailed off on the boat into the sunset,
for the tiger and the dragon,
for everybody and everything else that I just couldn’t mention,

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Thank you, anime.
(And thank you, readers.)

It’s been a wonderful two years blogging about you.
I hope I can continue to do the same for a long time to come.

-CCY