Intelligence was drawn in the books of the gray city. Somewhere an old cello plays in the rainy streets. A woman sits watching the world from her balcony.
My 101 word story โบ๏ธ hope you like it.
Iโve written it a while ago and sometimes I am astounded ๐ณ when I re-read my past musings. Who was I back then?
Intelligence was drawn in the books of the gray city. Somewhere an old cello plays in the rainy streets. A woman sits watching the world from her balcony.
My 101 word story โบ๏ธ hope you like it.
Iโve written it a while ago and sometimes I am astounded ๐ณ when I re-read my past musings. Who was I back then?