The Shadows of Nagasaki
November 3, 2020
With deft fingers, Ahymya folds squares of red fabric and white paper into perfect pleats, the box of ko-cha peeking through the wrapping. She hopes her neighbor will enjoy the tea. “Come, Haru.” She takes her son’s hand; they step outside to a cloudy August day. The boy frowns. “Perhaps the sunshine will return soon.” … More The Shadows of Nagasaki
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