Toirowa, Yokosuka, Japan
I am sitting in the second story of a traditional Japanese-house-turned-coffee-shop that bears the marks of age and creaks with every step. Soft piano music plays gently over the speakers and heavy rain beats against the opaque windows. I am the only one here besides the friendly barista who moves around just loudly enough downst…
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