There are old mansions.
There is a small garden.
There are mountains and forests.
There are cicadas.
There are waves.
There is a kotatsu.
There is a babbling stream in the crevices.
There is a sea breeze blowing from the window in the early morning.
There are pink cherry blossom tunnels.
There is sunlight shining through the leaves.
There was a small sound of wind chimes swaying gently.
There was the sound of clogs hitting the stone pavement.
There is tempura.
Had curry rice.
Had fried horse mackerel.
Had sardine bread.
There is plum wine.
There is a fireworks display.
have a little boyfriend.
There are trains passing through the city.
A girl with bright eyes and bright teeth.
There is a continuation of memory.
There is a long-lost forgiveness.
Going to Kamakura.
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