Journal Excerpt
Rewind. The end of September.
...We arrived in Hattoji at dusk. There is nothing to this place but a quiet serenity. Last Sunday the Harvest moon drew crowds of people to Koruaken Park. The seasons are changing. In Hattoji the once emerald rice fields have faded to straw yellow. They are ready to be harvested. In these hills, eagles glide high above the tree tops and the frogs and crickets sing in the cool of the evening. Only a dozen or so homes dot the landscape, the mud buildings with thatched roofs blend perfectly with the surrounding nature. Nestled on the side of the mountain and overlooking the fields is a Buddhist temple. This is what it feels like to time travel...
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