Before my journey to Kyoto, I was plagued by such insipidity. Yes, Mr. Knightly, I needed a project. It was as if Gollum finally deserted Smeagol, my inner dialogue stopped altogether… okay, bad metaphor. However, the moment we arrived at the Kyoto station when I caught a glimpse of two Japanese ladies in silvery gray and egret kimono, I knew I was home.
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