In the quiet hour when the low light slowly fades, the things I love come to mind one by one. Today, which of your tastes made you most yourself?
Only you can see your answer
In the quiet hour when the low light slowly fades, the things I love come to mind one by one. Today, which of your tastes made you most yourself?
Only you can see your answer
Sitting by the window of a teahouse at dusk, the bookmark a customer had left behind was a single fallen leaf. I thought how faithfully the seasons pass.