I'm in Japan while I write this. We have seen so many beautiful girls in yukata. Their makeup is perfect. Sometimes they carry umbrellas. They walk so prettily in their geta.
It's early here now. We can't get used to the time change, keep waking at 3 a.m. Sit in the hotel room waiting for daylight, for messages that never come. Dream of wearing yukata and having perfect makeup.
We haven't ridden in a taxi yet.
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