A poem, if you have it up, is called “Like a Larva Holding on for Transformation.” I just read that poem last week to people in Fukushima, very young people in Fukushima, some of them just primary school or middle school.
A poem, if you have it up, is called “Like a Larva Holding on for Transformation.” I just read that poem last week to people in Fukushima, very young people in Fukushima, some of them just primary school or middle school.