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I leave the station and get swept along in the tide of people flowing into the park. A convoy of cars and trucks nudge past preparing for some sort of event.

菊。

Beyond the museums,
a ceiling of red, yellow and blue.

Beyond the red, yellow and blue,
a tribe dwells under plastic sheets.

宿無し。

へ～！

既視感です。

As I round the corner of the lake, I realise I have arrived at the place where I ate my lunch...

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