Thursday, May 2, 2013
A temple in the morning
In a cold morning, I walked the outside.
There was a cat.
I was going to take a photograph.
But, the cat ran away.
I came in front of a temple.
There was nobody.
But the carelessness is not possible.
Before, I came to a temple in the morning.
And I took a photograph.
The sliding door of the house in the site opened suddenly.
My eyes matched the woman dressed in pajamas.
She might come to be cautious every morning.
I came to avoid a temple in the morning.
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