Ray Bradbury. Lake (№ 462695)
How many years, and what these years do to faces and bodies. When we walked around the city together, I didn’t recognize anyone. There were faces that echoed. Echoes of travel along the mountain slopes. Faces with a smile that remained from the time when school time ended and swings began - hanging, on a metal chain and made of boards. But I was silent. I walked, looked around and was filled with all these memories, like autumn leaves that are collected to be burned.
№ 462695 Added
MegaMozg 08-02-2024 / 08:39
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