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It means the home of the Buddha.
And where else do any of us live but in a butsadan, for we are all a Buddha in our own way and right.
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.