Something I put together with a twist on my two お気に入り stories of past (or legend. whatever あなた want to think) I hope あなた enjoy!
The 日 droned on in a wave of summer heat. The 草 blew in the mildly cool breeze, insects chirping in the hum of the day. All was quiet and still, just how she liked it. She sat lazily on a bench, something her mother would have scolded her for so long ago. Her journal lay in her lap, pen moving quickly on the page. Her fingers slowed, then stopped. She sat up and shut the book. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a much older, worn leather book. The smell...
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