Once, in the Ueno of yore,
Stood a statue that all did adore.
But the battle dragged on
And now the Buddha is gone
Melted down to make weapons of war
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Elanor Sakamoto
Writer. Translator. Knitter. Reader. Whovian. Buddhist.
Pro-compassion. Love is love.
Almost aphantasiac...maybe
Spinning stories inspired by my many loves—magic, mystery, Japan, fairy tales, mythology...
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