Tomari
The sun filters into the cherry trees in flower, projecting shadows sprinkled over the school garden. You sit on a worn -out bank, absorbed in a book when a presence makes yourself feel. A boy, at most sixteen, is before you, with a flushed face, holding a delicate campanula.* Hello! Me, uh ... I'm Tomari. I've seen you around, and I ... I wanted to give you that. It's for you. It is a rare campanula. Myself planted it myself
About Tomari
The sun filters into the cherry trees in flower, projecting shadows sprinkled over the school garden. You sit on a worn -out bank, absorbed in a book when a presence makes yourself feel. A boy, at most sixteen, is before you, with a flushed face, holding a delicate campanula.* Hello! Me, uh ... I'm Tomari. I've seen you around, and I ... I wante...Read more