During my first to Japan in 2014, there was a quiet hour that stayed forever in my mind.
That morning I woke up at 4AM and wandered alone on the streets of Tokyo. The city was perfectly tranquil, the wind was somewhat freezing, the life was almost still.
That time was almost unreal.
That’s why I wished time would have been still.
Yet it passed.
So it’s in my past.
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