Sometimes a traveller arrives in a town
that for some reason or other surprises him.
The manners of its inhabitants, the splendour, light fall,
the rhythm food is it the accent there is something that
makes everything purposeless in a way –
the traveller decides to leave the town when he
understands the town. This can take years. Sometimes
he doesn't ever leave.
Stitou
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fallen rain. (: