The rhythmic pounding of the rain on the metal roof reminded me of a metronome, very soft and elegant. I always enjoyed the dark and gloomy weather. I enjoyed the booming sound of thunder. I enjoyed how ligh... Read More...
Imagine a colossal — a frosty swamp that does not have an end. With a pathetic endeavor, you raise your head to see the end. However, it is so powerful that no matter how hard you try to struggle, the swamp ... Read More...
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