Tagmoon

There is no one in the town.The ones who came got back. The hotel has already been closed. The sadness of the summer end placed near the hotel ,easily. My suntan is a happy piece of caramel which hot weather gave me as a small award. My two eyes are in the right place but I couldn’t see Jacob. I am unaware of time if it passes quickly or not. My hair grew four centimeters. I cut it but nothing changed. My hair is growing up black now. The street lamp has been broken. The hotel is in darkness...