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::Japan Legends::Okiku, The Doll::Kikuko
had three aninhos old when he became seriously ill. It was August 1932. His
brother visited the city of Sapporo, Hokkaido (island north of Japan) when he saw
a doll and bought it for Kikuko. The little girl loved the doll and not more
separated from her, even for a moment. However, the disease worsened and in January
1933, Kikuko died. It is customary in Japan, on the day of the cremation of the body, put
objects that the person liked the coffin to be cremated along with
the body. Only, the family at the height of the pain of separation, forgot to put the
Girl doll along. After the cremation, the doll was named Okiku,
was placed in the chapel beside the ashes of the child, where the family made the
prayers. With the passage of time began to realize that hair doll
seemed to grow.
the 40s came the war and the family had to flee to the interior, leaving the
doll with the priests of the temple along with the ashes of Kikuko. In order
the war, the family returned to the city, they
::Request::Pharaoh AtemuXPrincess of Egypt readerYou're sleeping in your bed, when you hear.
Was your husband, Atem!
You're so tired....
-Hello my beautiful queen~
-Atemu-San! Is too early!
-Oh, my dear...I need to show you something.
-Shhh, my queen is a surprise.
You're walking with Atem in the palace of Egypt...And you see a beautiful photo, of your wedding, Atem, you and your best friends all in the photo.You're cry of emotion, because this had been long time.
-Why, you're crying my Queen?
-B-because i'm so happy, Atem...
Atem takes you in his arms, and give you a big hug.
and he whispers in your ear:
-I love you my precious queen.
-I love you so much my Pharaoh Atem...
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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