It is a morning of full of promise in Tokyo, with a brilliant blue sky like an azure lid clamped down upon the city. Strong winds are setting the branches of the keyaki to dancing, whilst the gregarious onaga (Cyanopica cyana) in their gangs flit back and forth, screeching and jeering.
Hardly the appropriate overture for a day of conflict, resistance and defeat.
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