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Farewell to a legend

I have just been informed that on July 1, Hayao Miyazaki died of a stroke. He was the creator of such masterworks as 'My Neighbor, Totoro', 'Castle Calliostro','Spirited Away', and 'Nausica'.

[Edit] Hmm... The post that informed me of the fact now seems to have disappeared, so I am a bit suspicious of this fact now...

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chaobell
Jul. 3rd, 2006 04:43 pm (UTC)
If that was true, you'd think there'd be some mention of it here or, really, anywhere.
halloranelder
Jul. 4th, 2006 01:00 am (UTC)
Hmm... The post that informed me of this fact now seems to have dissapeared. I'm suspicious...
gypsyamber
Jul. 3rd, 2006 09:52 pm (UTC)
Yeah..haven't heard a peep here and it would cause an uproar. He is much beloved.

Where did you hear this news? I can't find anything on the net mentioning it, not even in the japanese online newspapers...

chin up! We may not have lost one of Japan's icons!
halloranelder
Jul. 4th, 2006 01:00 am (UTC)
Hmm... The post that informed me of this fact now seems to have dissapeared. I'm suspicious...
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