
雨のち、人
帰り道、雨が上がって、空が綺麗だった。
JOSIAH BERLIAN
If you’re patient enough to read this stuff, you’ll be getting the unfiltered works. The silent melody of hope, lurking in shades of black and white.
And boy do I hope that you catch my drift.
Where does this flow?

Pure wizardry, life so tiny – willful, warm; the light off a glowing hearth.