my journal

By zuma

We picked the wrong time to go for a walk. The day got miserable with cold strong winds and flurries. By the time we came back home the weather got better!

I found those persimmons in the market today which always remind me of my childhood time. Both my grandparents and uncle's family had the big tree in their garden. The fruit meant too ordinarily then, though. 

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