Scattered Blossoms: Evening Faces

The window beside them was forced open by the wind. In his arms, she looked over as the books on the desk flipped open page by page in the gusts. Before long, raindrops blowing in through the window had soaked them through, but neither of them wanted to bother with it anymore.

No matter how many passions there may be, in the end they are all swept away by wind and rain.

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