I'm in Tokyo. Towers of glass and concrete, narrow roads and tangles of double-decker expressways. Manicured street trees. Eclectic conformist fashions. And a snake.
I'd gone to a small park in Hiro-o opposite a grocery store. It was long and narrow (the park, not the grocery store), and followed a water course of some kind, a stream or rivulet
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