It’s cold in spite of the bright sun. It’s too early for this. We’re going. He’s leaving. I don’t know what and the how of goodbye, but O can’t breathe already.
n: vb: the spice of imagination
It’s cold in spite of the bright sun. It’s too early for this. We’re going. He’s leaving. I don’t know what and the how of goodbye, but O can’t breathe already.