"spring"

illustration and text: shiika

A soft shower of light falling on thin eyelids
I can't open my eyes

A warm voice like a sigh The sweetness and bitterness of the scent of budding

With light steps, I quietly and gently approach the rippling water.

The hidden feeling was almost like a ache .

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Somewhere in Her Room

“She” is here and she can go anywhere.
A depiction of everyday life coloured by design and records.

We plan to update the data four times a year: on the vernal equinox, summer solstice, autumnal equinox, and winter solstice.

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Click here for the book version of "Somewhere in Her Room"