Brighton, what can you show me?
Brighton, what r u feeling from my anticipation?
You were whispered to me as if like a friend of good old days.
And you made me brooding and revived my fossilized memories.
Bleary wish was fade into girl's braid of passersby blankly.
And I did a pretending of dictator in front of irreverent wave.
Photographs & Text By Souichiro Ota
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