souji

The door to the bedroom sometimes becomes a door to a spring field:

As I open the door, dandelion clocks blow their seeds into the air. Bunnies are hiding quietly in the corners of my room. The pappus on the ground gently tickle my feet.


I need to clean my room.

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2 responses to “souji”

  1. Nathan Avatar

    Oh you eloquent writer you. You have such a way with words. 😀

  2. mika Avatar
    mika

    now all the bunnies are gone…

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