ㅁ The mornings are dark again these days. I nurse my coffee at my desk, the window just a black frame. Daylight has retreated. Fragments of rain tap. A truck trundles. Seagulls cry. Moments pass.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ The mornings are dark again these days. I nurse my coffee at my desk, the window just a black frame. Daylight has retreated. Fragments of rain tap. A truck trundles. Seagulls cry. Moments pass.
– a nonnet.