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Not long ago I wandered wide-eyed through the glory that is Kyoto<\/a>. The ultra-modern Kyoto station gives way to an incomprehensible density of temples and shrines. It makes it feel like the steel and concrete city fell away, as if it never sprouted in the first place. Kyoto, I learned, isn\u2019t a city or a destination, it\u2019s more a phenomenon.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s one of those special places you knew you\u2019d want to remember once life in the cubicle sets in. I couldn\u2019t quite put my thoughts into adequate words myself, until Tom Swick\u2019s poetic words<\/a> about his time there seemed to mirror the effortless Kyoto I remember.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything — the scenery, the weather, the crowds — was touched with an otherworldly delicacy. I seemed not so much to walk but to float.\u201d Later on, a local handed him a business card after asking for directions; her Western name on the front, \u201cBecky.\u201d Then he flipped the card over. \u201cIn Neverland.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t agree more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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