I was going home. (sighs)

after payment (24/7)
(for all gadgets)
(including for Apple and Android)
I was coming home. Rain. This small nasty autumn rain. Cold drops behind the collar. Gray evening wet mist. The big city dissolves in it like a murky ghost, glancing into the void with the dim light of windows. Rare passers-by. Rare cars. City. I feel you. I hear you. I know you.
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Data sheet
- Name of the Author
- Валентин Бабакин
- Language
- Russian