05/10/2022
He always came in the early mornings, fairly regularly, when the dew was still wet on the flowers and the faint, sleepy rays of sunlight scattered on the leaves.
When he came and went, he was quiet and quiet as if he was afraid that any noise would wake someone up and discover his actions.
He put in the mailbox in front of my neighbor's house a branch of violets. The flower branches are inserted into the letter slot, while the pretty flowers stick their heads out and flutter gently in the wind, catching the sun.
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