I was a little nervous last night and couldn't sleep.
Continuing from yesterday, the village where James Taylor was born (Scotland)
A letter from Mombod, Auchenburu.
Mrs. Menier told me that in May 1995
It was the owner of the Inn restaurant when I went looking for her.
19 years ago.
In a deserted village, a strange Japanese person from this village,
You kept saying that you came to look for a tailor.
A person who has only been there once and met only once,
I wonder if the tailor's connection has kept me in mind for such a long time.
I had a very strange feeling that filled my heart. .
This letter makes me feel that Taylor is right next to me.
"I got a letter from a pub I know from the village of tailors..."
I think we can talk like that.
Today is Sapporo, about the same size as the village of tailors.
Latitude. I can smell the air. . . .
