It is a fishing boat by the side of the highway in Tokyo.
The plain, quiet beauty of the train station in Ibaraki.
Surreal pinks and golds paint the sky as the sun rises over Oshima Island's blue horizon.
Ice cold ocean gently washes over the pebbles, shaping them, making them soft and round the second morning of our stay in Oshima.
Beautiful emerald green swirls with surprising clarity in the ocean; how can something so beautiful have destroyed so many lives here in Kesenuma?
People remembering their loved ones; lives lost by the powerful tuna boat's sweeping journey across the foundations of many houses, settled many feet from one of Kesenuma's fishing bays.
Broken stairs and the incredible blues of Oshima's sea.
This is beauty.
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