This morning's weather in Osaka was reminiscent of the finest mornings of the English summer; you know, when the sun is shining in a way that instructs you to get up and enjoy it because it won't last long. The air was warm and fresh and the birds sang with the cicadas in discordant harmony. It was a shame to enter the clinically air-conditioned no
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