EungyeolA bee flits among the chickweed flowers blooming on the doorframe. Beyond the door, the front-door handle is barely visible.
Hello, I'm Eungyeol, a grafter. Wow, it's grown quite a bit overnight.
Eungyeol taps the door with a sprouting wooden key and puts her ear to it.
The recipient's place is empty on this door. I've never seen one like this, either.
She rises and wipes her dirt-covered hands on her apron.
I can't open the door for you. But I can make a place where you can do what needs doing while it stays closed. Any idea who you apologized to? Or would you like to start by looking together at why this door faces east today?