BLESSINGS OF GUNMA there is a deep ravine of gorgeous quality which we meandered through. (not to be competitive but it's no niagara falls) trapeezing about, horsing around and generally ignoring the scattered signs warning of disastrous consequence, tattered remains and bemoaning family members collecting dismembered family. dark am i today, morbid i feel. further along, up through the hills via
bridge and human trappings, we come to a shrine for the blessing of offspring, wanted, born or passed. georgie and papa give their offerings and prayer for the new bundle that is to be. that's all folks.