Suddenly it's already evening, 17:40
(a month and you will be hesitant to
call 17:40 evening, there will be so
much light), and the temperature
is going down, but you can't see
a change in the gray light outside,
in the landscape between melting
winter and spring raining.
08.04.2024
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