Uniformed school children scurried about the Zushi train station, speaking in quick, undecipherable beats of Japanese, talking about cartoons or superheroes or whatever it is that Japanese kids spe
I was going to have return to Japan. That seemed clear.
The ocean was cold and its winds blustery, blowing in from the west, between the harbor on one side, and the cliffs on the other.
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