monulka

Unhindered Breeze


Expecting breeze, fearing tornado suddenly a question bangs on that heavy door.
But what if the lock is corroded and walls became thicker?
You stretch your limbs and through the leaky roof, await the sunbeams to touch your cheeks,
while outside... the wind is storming



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