Dusk story
An evening at the border between tea gardens and coffee plantations, tobacco smoke twisted up in flames.
Smoke that said "I'm going to chase my brother the clouds, clouds in admosfer wait for me"
Clouds-also said "the smoke .... I'll get down to the recesses of the earth, I will emerge from the slit eyelid".
Tea gardens and coffee plantations at each other and said "they were looking for"
Postingan
