Memory of leaves trying to escape from the Iron grips.
It feels as if centuries passed.
I think I can smell something from this window.
Waiting at postal office and this is an amphitheater.
Oh no
I shouldn't have taken this photo
This time of year again
And same fella just a bit later
As well as I was the one who watched.
Always.
Is it... Looking at me?
distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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