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| "It is recounted that the spirits of those who died in the atomic bombing are still present in Hiroshima. What might they be trying to tell us? When I was ten, my mother told me to abandon our pet cat. Holding the cat in my arms, I eventually came to a lonely place in the outskirts of town, where I encountered a group of strange children and a lady dressed in black beside a tall mimosa. Drawn by that odd encounter and my repeated dreams of the bombing, I visited Hiroshima on a very hot day in August for the first time in 30 years. That tall tree was in full bloom and I met the lady in black again. She told me how she had seen off her son on the morning of August 6, 1945..." This fantasy examines the contemporary importance of peace in communion with the spirits of Hiroshima.
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