I've always been a bit enamored by the idea that writing a wish and hanging it at a shrine might just be enough to make it come true. (Though never enamored enough to actually pay the $8 or so it would cost to get one of those pieces of wood --called "ema"-- needed to properly convey my wish.)
The last time we were in Japan, Big Sissy pointed the one at the top right out to me.
"Be careful what you wish for," she told me, smiling.
I had to laugh. She knows me pretty well after all these years.
The one on the top right reads (in beginner's Japanese), "I want to marry a Japanese person. Please."
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