it was quite like a dream, really. there i was, in my own fairy book tale, meeting people, laughing, and coming alive. the way this culture loosens up with the setting sun and the fizzing cans of delight. its amazing; like clockwork. i am full. picnicing under the stars and the gentle and steady fall of sakura snow, surrounded by friends and good conversation... these are the things i thrive on and live for. these are the things i deeply miss. though, for that night, all that mattered was my presence with the moment. the fears, the worries, and even the insecurities disappeared altogether at the face of such closeness. closeness in body on a blanket in an experiential communion surrounded by what seemed like the whole of tokyo. and closeness in spirit. we all enjoyed our time so deeply. so purely. and we genuinely engaged in one another and got to know others in freedom and grace. it was quite the party and i am so blessed by my time there surrounded by such blunt and honest beauty.
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it sounds wonderful
sounds made up
made up? i know... it stole my breath away in its sweeping hopefulness. still, im not sure how it all happened like it did.
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