Beckilina

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

The smell of tatatami and real air.

I am in the depths of an engulfing of duvees, blankets and that wonderful, completely indescribable beauty of a small community who aren't too busy to sit and chat to the local gaijin, snuggled deep on the foot of a volcano. Kyushu !

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