Photography「Les fleurs de Cerisier au Japon」Japan (2022)

I think I was quietly admiring the cherry blossoms at the shrine on a rainy day.

I did nothing in particular.

I threw away the cardboard boxes.

So the neighbors can’t catch me either.

“A block in the parking lot is broken again,” he told me.

Give me a break, anyway.

I don’t want to hear about another broken parking block accident.

All I want is to be able to see the cherry blossoms here peacefully for as long as possible.

The next afternoon, a neighbor kid lost my Easter egg.

And the egg has yet to be found.

The kids never apologize for anything.

Soon I will have to go back to the dump to separate the recyclable from the non-recyclable.

About ten more boxes.

But when I go to the junkyard again, I would like to feel, the cherry blossoms of the shrine.

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