[Today's Perspective] Even wounds become fragrant as they ripen

1. The column introduces poet Park Mi-jin's poem "Motnani Sagwa" and spotlights how a single flawed apple ripens from spring through autumn.
2. The poem calmly follows the process by which a blemished apple, pecked by birds, is simmered down until it leaves behind the "sweet aftertaste of time."
3. The column reads in the poem that scars and wounds are also traces of a life lived, and that the time each person has endured has a flavor of its own.

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