|
|
The stern 顔 of the 死んだ driver of that ruined 車 takes the time to look out at us again. Like a small statue kept warm by a donated スーツ of clothing, she braves the unfeeling cold only so that we will know that she is there. The 月 is 遠い away, and we are not. |
||
|
|||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
