Where did you go, Joanna?
And where do they sing Hosanna,
Or are we all on mute.
And the relatives who cared –
In works they put a spanner.
I just wish this world was kinder
And that one day I might find her,
A resident of some suburb
In the golden ziggurats.
Seven Hundred Jisei 
I found myself drawn into reading this several times, mostly for the beautiful remembrance, reminder, questions, and message, but also analyzing the technical in how you achieved that in a way that was so delicate yet powerful. ❤
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