The varieties of nostalgia in which I am engaged:
Originally, I rested
as a piece of jade
at the bottom of the river.
Patience please stay with me amid such ambivalent shades of context.
Why the silver suitcases won't sing:
you need to unpack
While she was always smiling,
your face just changes.
It's all over the place.
I remember when bringing an umbrella meant something.
Sometimes in prosperous circumstances, the sky north of the state grows older and not so well
Bearable just might be reachable. A fragment was at the east junction giving an introduction to the
and an oration on the character of not enough. Perhaps there is no field, we sighed.