Mountain pressure
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Ups and downs and winter birds singing around them. The pine trees’ scent, the wind in the needles above and around them.
Ups and downs and winter birds singing around them. The pine trees’ scent, the wind in the needles above and around them.
The noodles would slip down and fill his stomach, taking away the humiliation he felt at being in debt to his own daughter.
The start of the novel that ever had the chance to end.
Their laughter isn’t loud. It is a lovely, moving event. They are gone quickly.