The Distant Summer

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-19 14:12:05 -

You leave the house at dawn. The air is cold. It bites your nose. You wrap your scarf tighter. You do not look back. The porch light is still on. You did not turn it off. The town is gray. The sky is gray. The mud is gray. You walk fast. Your boots slap the wet ground. *Slap. Slap. Slap.* You are running from something. Or to something. You are not sure. You only know you must go. In your...

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