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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