Sonntag, 1. Juni 2025
In all seasons, if there were no wind, even trees would become incredibly scary, or even healthy roofs. It's as if the world stands still until something terrible happens. Not a hurricane, but a rain of fire, and the trees would burn, laughing. Knowing why and how is good; not knowing why is more terrible than the rain of fire, so crying and burning.
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