August 9th,1945,Nagasaki.Hiroko Tanaka steps onto her
veranda,wrapped in a kimono with three black cranes swooping across
the back.She is twenty—one and on the verge of marrying Konrad
Weiss.In a split second,the world turns white.In the numbing
aftermath of a bomb that obliterates everything she has known,all
that remains are the bird,shaped burns on her back,an indelible
reminder of the world she has lost.
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