Imaginary life of Julsijuls: Ep. 007 "It is indeed a lonely day." The laundromat was gloomy and when I got out of it, it seems like the sad air came out with me and spread across the country. I rode the taxi to go home and the sun was golden and blue that time. But when I got off of it, hugging my bag of freshly washed clothes, and the sky was grey and on the verge of releasing chaos. The wind blew hard, dried leaves form a little tornado on the ground and there's a whistle in the air. It sounds like melancholia. And it sounds like a storm brewing without end. Image from https://pin.it/2bEtr5N #ImaginarylifeofJulsijuls #writing #fiction #prose
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