Birds Below The Rain.

Birds Below The Rain.

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"What a tragedy would it be if our days were to remain as nights. Below this September night's breeze, I wish to see you again." || POSTPONED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE || ××××× Vivianne, strolling through a quiet and desolate park, connects herself with the surroundings of her simple self. A simple cabin, a simple closet, a simple brother and a not-so-simple life. If, she wonders. If I could rewind to the past, would I be able to relive it happily this time? Now, girl, that's a question for you to answer. ××××× Contains some themes of violence and traumatising incidents. A project of mine that I've been working on for a few months.
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