must have been the rains. or he was scared for her? or because
he still cared for her?
perhaps he thought
if i told her
he was fine, she’d get back her old laughter.
i don’t know why, but he smiles at me, pulls out a white temple-flower from his pocket and sticks it into mine.
and says – you’re a good boy.
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Beautiful!... I think these are just so moving, touching! really... read all four together and was completely blown away...xxxx
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