Reapers Of Suffering
Each seemed no shorter than a whole week, but, I didn’t have time to look back, more than a year had passed.
Autumn. No, it had not yet arrived, but it was already felt in the air of the last summer month. Just a little bit more and the ducks and geese will stretch in wedges to the distant warm lands. It’s good for them - free - they fly wherever they want! And summer is ahead of them again. And here the sky is about to grow heavy from the clouds, showered with rain, and the month is replaced by the fruit of the harvest and ynik ... This is a glorious time! Hearty, fun, they play weddings, arrange festivities.
The girl closed her eyes.
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