Sunflowers
Long time ago, the old man lost his belongings along with his
personal library. Sometimes, he takes his walking stick and the
faded hat and goes down into the city to look for books. He knows an easy access point to the paper recycling bin, then piles everything there is to read into a bag and returns to his world of sunflower walls and cloud ceiling. From the hump of the horizon, streak lightnings spread out all over and the enamel sky cracks.
world, where to?
the truth lies
in sunflower fields
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