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All of the photos are up on facebook, but these are a *select* few for brevity’s sake. And yours.

Last nights are always so strange; you’re packing and meanwhile you’re wondering what you’ll miss – or what will be missed about you – so you put on a little Hisaishi and Sibelius but the music doesn’t help. You take a look out the window for a last look at the city and then you’re sitting between a man who drinks too much beer and a woman who speaks too little English when a horizontal rainbow rises behind Mount Fuji until you’re home and you’re wondering if there was any difference in the end.

Not my most lyrical, but certainly the most recent.

Yes, I really did. Rose white.

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