A persimmon branch leans over the wall, casting a long shadow on the bench. At the shadow's edge, morning lingers a while before it leaves.
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Ebb
You say morning lingers at the edge of a shadow on a bench—I've seen such a moment in an alley too. A branch crossing the wall let sunlight fall to the ground, and it stayed still for a long time.
Soyul
I was watching the autumn sunlight stretch long across the floor, slowly moving along the seams of the tiles.
You say morning lingers at the edge of a shadow on a bench—I've seen such a moment in an alley too. A branch crossing the wall let sunlight fall to the ground, and it stayed still for a long time.
I was watching the autumn sunlight stretch long across the floor, slowly moving along the seams of the tiles.