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Gust Part1

Hemp palm seen from here, very long time never come here, nevertheless once come here again, surely things of those days are regenerated.


Mind crypt sighs naturally, it was fortune never be disclosed, but so small remorse is yet left.


Hotdog stand making good smell stings my nose seeply. At that moment, suddenly from back of me, joyfully chatting one younger couple voices heard to me, and they passed beside me to forward, and at looking at hotdog stand of me, they this time made bigger voice together, mutually quarelled caluminating something.


At the moment, bigger roar was heard to me, of jet aircraft flew from the base, fighter or cargo unidentified because the visual confirmation could not be done.


After making locomotion from that beachside, bushes interspersed zone made me ssentimental together with reddened leaves and occasionally left green leaf to and fro, what country was I staying at, that feeling assaulted my mind.


At the time, not only memory but also presently perception makes fantacy and maginative illusion.


Suddenly that woman whom I once met at past days’ night was regenersted on my mind, but is it my subjective remembrring or passively driven mind? Only no distinction must be outputted even I try to regard it.


Every accidental crossing to passing cars, walking or running ones on the road must give me some distinct impression. But each of their mind is just unidentified to me, that is so funny, some of their minds must be impressed by my identity, but that thing must be eternally unseen at least to me.


Otherwise, we all are just tiny gust blowing at no featured last autumn to upcoming winter which wll eliminate each tiny memory e.g. at today to anybody.


(to be continued)


(Nov. 18th. 2020)