Fuzzy Visions
the planet isdifferentwhen it rains.
Rain In Fall. r a i n f a l l
It’s a cold moist afternoon. The girl is on her way to the forest. The languid sky is turning heavy and grey, just like her heart. She lost someone she can never really replace. She’s young enough to cry but not old enough to not sing. The weather is now partially sombre. The path is …