"On the spur of the moment she decided to go and view the blossoms by herself in the dark night. It was a strange decision for a timid and unadventurou...
Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on th...
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