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June 21, 2013
Train. Rain.

Memories.


The train arrived at Sakaimachi station late in the afternoon. Heavy rain was pouring, and powerful winds blew. Practically, the weather felt like a tropical storm. I think I decided to phone home to ask for advice. I forgot what she said, but in the end, we had to go home on our own - bike that eleven kilometer stretch, out in the howling weather, wearing those blue raincoats.

And we did. Visibility was low, and I was surprised to see M behind me, on the road. I forgot if she fell or if a car hit her.