“At the temple, there is a poem called ‘Loss’, carved into the stone.
It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out.
You cannot read ‘Loss’ . . . only feel it.”
from Memoirs of a Geisha
Blessed Good Friday.
“At the temple, there is a poem called ‘Loss’, carved into the stone.
It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out.
