Autumn is in the soul of a person. Like spring, summer, any ..
Added 2024-10-23 05:39:48 +0000 UTCAutumn is in the soul of a person. Like spring, summer, any season, any weather. And therefore, someone with joy and a foreboding of purification will substitute his hands with the same rain, and the other will frown hard, brush his sadness into a random stream and tighten the cloak. The weather is in us, and the rain ... He just goes. Deprived of shades of good and evil, joy and sadness, rain goes through our souls.🌦️
