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Misty

Day 6 .. a windy day, the wind might blow everything away 

Good morning ! ⏰๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–☕๐ŸŽ

Misty, is about someone who went back to her precious place once again, where there have been so many lovely memories. But something has happened and the place is not the same as before, only mist she found, and she felt as if she is a stranger there. 


Misty

The next day, I breathed in the cold morning air.

The ground was veiled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

I stepped on the misty surface, like an unknown visitor. 

As if here is, to me - unfamiliar

As if I've never been here


- Michie Lyne

๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ

้œงๆทฑใ„


็ฟŒๆ—ฅ、ๆœใฎๅ†ทใŸใ„็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅธใ„่พผใ‚“ใ 

ๅœฐ้ขใฏๆ›–ๆ˜งใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใซๅŒ…ใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸ

็งใฏ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌ่จชๅ•่€…ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ、้œงใฎใ‹ใ‹ใฃใŸๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่ธใฟใ—ใ‚ใŸ

่ฆ‹ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใชใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ

ใพใ‚‹ใงใ“ใ“ใซๆฅใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ


ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ




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