Home Town Glory

But then again I wonder if what we feel in
our hearts today isn’t like these raindrops still falling on us from the
soaked leaves above, even though the sky itself long stopped raining.
I’m wondering if without our memories, there’s nothing for it but for
our love to fade and die.

Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant


1 Kommentar

  1. Sophie
    6. Mai 2015 / 20:58

    Richtig gute Bilder, vor allem das Letzte! 🙂

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