There is a lovely woman south of the city, beautiful and absurd.
Today marks the seventh year that my husband and I have been in love...
I heard him say, "I love you."
It was a lovely spring, in March, with peach blossoms falling like snow. In the south of the city, the seventh year of my life with my husband came to an end.
Theme: Flowers strewn across the earth, their fragrance intoxicating through wind and rain
