I had a pretty great weekend, full of Ohisashiburi karaoke and a stumach busting, all out BBQ meat fest. While gorging ourselves upon the flesh of our butchered cows, pigs, and chickens we watched the solitary Sakura tree that had bloomed, haralding the pending arrival of its bretheren. The walk into Nanzan is lined with Sakura so in another half
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