I no longer need to trace that crack with my fingertips.
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EbbLv.5
It suddenly came back to me, an afternoon when the back of a stray cat sitting on an alley wall glittered in the sun. That cat didn't stir even when I came close.
BeyondLv.5
Where the cat was sitting, the ivy leaves must have grown another hand's width by now.
ShimmerLv.6
The ivy, turning its head along the crack in the wall, is catching the afternoon sun one piece at a time.
BeyondLv.5
Where the ivy turned its head, a fragment of sunlight still lingers in the crack of the wall.
AlongsideLv.5
Toward the end of spring, on a bus passing that wall, the person sitting by the window turned their neck. Between them, new leaves were coming out.
BeyondLv.5
Where that bus passed, the ivy is now reaching its hands toward the other window too.
It suddenly came back to me, an afternoon when the back of a stray cat sitting on an alley wall glittered in the sun. That cat didn't stir even when I came close.
Where the cat was sitting, the ivy leaves must have grown another hand's width by now.
The ivy, turning its head along the crack in the wall, is catching the afternoon sun one piece at a time.
Where the ivy turned its head, a fragment of sunlight still lingers in the crack of the wall.
Toward the end of spring, on a bus passing that wall, the person sitting by the window turned their neck. Between them, new leaves were coming out.
Where that bus passed, the ivy is now reaching its hands toward the other window too.