Miss write day

Miss write day

How long has it been since I wrote the letter? It seemed that I couldn’t figure out a clue when calculating with my fingers. For a long time, I just left it in my memory. I opened the Redwood box, with a dozen of letters scattered in a mess, white and gray, slightly large, tiny,

Sea, it’s upside down

This is a letter to summer, and also to tomorrow’s self. The wind and rain stopped two days ago, and the sun dried up the cotton-padded clothes, so the long and cold winter was finally gradually forgotten by people. Not warm, but it seems to have seen the shadow of summer. However, the story begins