Remember how you were innocently doing headstands in the lush, plush expanses of grass, then writing, full of peace, while the mosquitoes lovingly sucked your blood?
Remember those GIGUNDO crows, and the deafening opera of cicadas for all four hours you were there?
Don’t forget to thank the bicycle cop for catching you at your lakeside perch and pointing you to the one, far-off unlocked gate.
Note to self: learn Japanese BEFORE entering locking enclosures ;)
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