Loneliness Has Nothing to Do with Forever

Gan Zaoli misses that summer's end: the lazy boy standing outside the school gate in a clean uniform, the morning sun, mulberry leaves beaded with rain. The streets were almost empty. From afar, she watched the boy in white, his clothes fluttering in the breeze. Sunlight fell at their feet in scattered patches, each one a shard of lonely sorrow.

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