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In anime, the tops of sakura trees are fluffy as fairy floss, their blooms clustered together into pink clouds. But the branches of the tree in front of Eddy are forced apart by the driving wind. The cherry blossoms are the color of the too-new skin exposed when you pick a scab, and each gust tears flakes of it away from the trembling twigs. Petals are stripped by biting air, laying bare the flowers’ sexual organs. Tufts of fairy floss dissolve in the damp of the impending storm. They clump around spindly sticks like remnants a sugar-sick child left uneaten.