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About Kobe

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

Kaneto Shiozawa

シオザワは紙の専門商社としてと紙の役割を再認識し、今まで通り紙でなくてはいけない「残る紙」、脱プラなど紙の新市場となる「伸びる紙」、自分の手元に置いておきたい「残したい .

But then, I spot this guy trying to juggle fire. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” And guess what? He drops one of the torches! It’s chaos for a sec, but he catches it. Everyone’s cheering, and I’m just there, heart racing.

What happens when the answer to an earnest prayer is not what we hope? What one young woman learned after her father died of heart failure