Yasu Na

The bus is crowded. Each passenger thinks different thoughts silently. The soft raindrops begin to touch at the windows. Whenever everybody gets off the bus, they put their own thoughts on the wet ground and go away with their umbrellas open. Then the wet ground absorbs the thoughts.

  • Author: Yasu Na (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2019 09:28
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