JAPANESE SHRINE My six-year-old granddaughter took me by the hand, led me through the wood and rice paper sliding door, into a small room with a shrine in the corner. We stood side by side as she lit an incense stick, and stuck it into the sand covering a small urn. A boquet of […]
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