The mountains and rivers are as I wish, and they are all in autumn dreams
At this point in this story, the breath of autumn has spread. They said goodbye at the school gate, took a walk holding hands in the evening, and made an appointment to buy flower pots and grindstones at the weekend. Their hands have not let go since that Saturday.
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An ordinary life is very much like what I once dreamed of
An ordinary life is very much like what I once dreamed of