Going by bus you can clearly tel when you're in Haedo. It's very clear indeed; as one slips and curves along the suburbs you can gradually see the ever silent but persistent growing presence of trees, of grass; the streets look bright and cozier, the houses seem to smile on you and jasmines intertwine themselves in between houses, clusters of ivory that the spring has yet to feed until they die away before the face of summer. Their sweet smell would wafer along the linens of your shirt as you walk alongside the breeze, and if you hear closely, you might hear the hushes of birds gossiping in the acmes of trees.
You can clearly tell, really.POSTED BY little girl blue ON Tuesday, September 20, 2011 @ 8:40 PM
