The sun was going down in Narai-Juku, Japan. By the time we arrived, most people had long said sayonara.
To walk on the road by which people traveled from Tokyo to Kyoto some 400 years ago had me giggle secretly.
An old lady and her dog came out to say hello. By the look on the face, do you think the dog sensed my secret?
Nonetheless, it was getting dark. I walked onโฆ
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Iโm a sucker for the amber glow thatโs turned on at the turn of the dusk. Iโm also such for the cooking smoke that comes from burning wood. When both culprits gang up to keep me around, I obliged.
I walked onโฆ it was getting dark.
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Before the sun left with all its rays, it had to bath this historical post town of the Edo Period and its people in the most mysterious color of the day.
I couldnโt help but exclaiming โWe are here, perfectly late!โ
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I hope the dogโs not around anymoreโฆ ๐
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