{"image_url":null,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://hatenablog-parts.com/embed?url=https%3A%2F%2Fakabane-k.hatenablog.com%2Fentry%2Fb6ce5ca64ee7969f468ec47582d041c2\" title=\"graze - English Collection\" class=\"embed-card embed-blogcard\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" style=\"display: block; width: 100%; height: 190px; max-width: 500px; margin: 10px 0px;\"></iframe>","provider_name":"Hatena Blog","height":"190","url":"https://akabane-k.hatenablog.com/entry/b6ce5ca64ee7969f468ec47582d041c2","blog_url":"https://akabane-k.hatenablog.com/","author_url":"https://blog.hatena.ne.jp/akabane_k/","categories":["\u82f1\u5358\u8a9e"],"type":"rich","blog_title":"English Collection","title":"graze","provider_url":"https://hatena.blog","author_name":"akabane_k","version":"1.0","description":"Haruki Murakami\u306e\u5c0f\u8aac \"South of the Border, West of the Sun\" \u3092\u8aad\u3093\u3067\u3044\u307e\u3059\u3002 I stretched out my hand and laid it on top of her fingers on the back of the sofa. I hadn't touched her body for so very long, not since the flight back from Ishikawa. As my fingers grazes hers, she looked up at me briefly, then down\u2026","width":"100%","published":"2024-10-01 07:05:48"}