09/09/2026 – Impresie. Albastru inefabil…

honey in the wound – jiyoung han

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Green sprouts spread on Dahn’s chest where his wife’s weeping head lay, spilling tiny leaves down his shoulders and onto the forest floor. Guttural sounds neither beast nor human, perhaps from the earth itself, rang through the forest as Dahn bled out.
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Myoung-Ok let out one final wail as her body crumbled into a pall of grave dirt and grass, engulfing her lost love in a final embrace as she, too, surrendered to the earth.

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Desperation gnawed at the empty stomachs of the villagers. What little food the farmers managed to produce was confiscated and shipped overseas to cater to the rising needs of the Japanese Empire. They were left with meager government rations, if that, and resorted to pouring more water into their flavorless gruels to make them last longer.
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Hungry and humiliated, the country broiled with protest. Farmers, students, scholars, workers, poets: all linked arms to push against the emperor of Japan.

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*imi doresc sa stiu a desena sau picta.
*reversul medaliei nipone