Chilly, fresh Koya mountain, The Sunlight was clearing up the morning mist. There are lots of temples but the ultimate place is Okunoin. Walking in line with other people like the lights and fog in the forest, in between large cider trees and mossy grave stones.
I got stamped on the last page. There aren’t the right way or the certain way. However there are many ways, and I could chose one at a time.
Getting down the mountain, and back to 33 days after of myself.



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