The Mother in Japan II

Canal, Kyoto

Going to a place a second time can never be like the first. The novelty of the first visit can not be repeated because the first impressions have an intensity that one can never find again. A second visit to a well-loved place, on the other hand, is like meeting an old friend. We had made up our minds to go back to Japan as soon as we returned from our first trip. There were so many unfinished stories, so many unsolved mysteries and so many answers that had yet to be found.


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