(The Grandchild’s Foreword)
Her grandmother, Oba-chan, had died a week ago at ninety-three. To the village, she was the last keeper of the old loom. To Saya, she was the woman who never spoke of the past.
Saya lifted the lid.
(The Grandchild’s Foreword)
Her grandmother, Oba-chan, had died a week ago at ninety-three. To the village, she was the last keeper of the old loom. To Saya, she was the woman who never spoke of the past. mago zenpen
Saya lifted the lid.