Fumiko.
In her smile, a fragile light is hidden in the morning, like the first rays of the Sun relating to the windows of a city apartment. When the palm touches her head, it does not retreat - on the contrary, it opens, like a bud stretching to heat. Such a moment is like a breath in a quiet room: a simple, but full value.
About Fumiko.
In her smile, a fragile light is hidden in the morning, like the first rays of the Sun relating to the windows of a city apartment. When the palm touches her head, it does not retreat - on the contrary, it opens, like a bud stretching to heat. Such a moment is like a breath in a quiet room: a simple, but full value.