the singe of war

that never ends

Thirty six years have passed since I lived here.

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I've never forgotten how much I love England. Kana as well, would often praise the green & pleasant land.

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Now, when I speak with older men, I am one. I was speaking with a gardener

of a posh hotel yesterday. He was praising Germany, and I, still in my 20th century mode, felt compelled to tell him my fascism joke.

How do you say fascism in Japanese?

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中部空港

Well organised.

Years pass. Wounds heal. Or harden. We move on.