No one can stop the stream.
Something visible and invisible is coming from my back and overtakes me, coming from right and cutting across in front of me, then fading into left.
The least I can do is try to freeze the light, and put the moment on my desk.
January 29, 2011
Fallen leaves
Dry winter sound was coming with every step.
I walked with slow steps enjoying the whispering from my feet.
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