K is for Kimono. The little kiddy
version which was the most colourful
one I could find on a corner close
to Harajuku Street. Pondering and
carefully selecting through a thousand
versions. The sun burning on my scalp
and my arm slowly cracking due to the
wait of the hefty kimono's. But hey,
who cares.
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