Who knows what lay in her eyes? Mysterious tales of pain and suffering, perhaps untold to any human yet. In a language I couldn't fathom.
As the coffee brews, I wonder.
People leave.
As do seasons.
And come again.
But at least, seasons have a rough regard for people.
They let us know when they arrive.
Sound warnings, tell us to prepare.
As the coffee brews, I wonder.
People leave.
As do seasons.
And come again.
But at least, seasons have a rough regard for people.
They let us know when they arrive.
Sound warnings, tell us to prepare.
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