I'd Like The World to be Lovely, Black and White, and Melancholic.
At the end of summer, the long humid days, the tourists, and the jellyfish depart the city, leaving us to face reality. We suddenly notice the concrete, feel the wind, hear the rustling falling leaves, and see the lights.
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Stay tuned, the collection will be revealed [piece by piece; I like the suspense] in the upcoming posts.
Do cities change with the passing seasons, or do they always stay the same?
