Night by Oldboneart, said illustration, short story, for sale

Through the open window of the room poured the night, open air summer, hot and thick. Wrapped me. I turned on the lamp. Waiting for me to sit down large, a fat, velvety night butterflies. Bringing letters and happiness. No them. For those who do not know it, they are gone. Night, quiet, got darker and darker, remained. A 3 format

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