Just coming back to the metropolis of modernity and steel and sophistication from my hometown where life and people are simple and everything is less developed and more natural, a little bit weary and sleepy right now. But I know that my weariness and drowsiness comes only partly from the 5 hours' traveling by bus, by train and by subway, in turn, say 15%, partly from the my efforts mostly in vain spent on quickly digesting the stark contrast, which I mentioned above, between where I was 5 hours ago and where I am now, say 20%, and from the left 65% of blue, which tends to last forever and is the product of the emotional connection formed and tenderness developed on a small bus I was taking when in my hometown in the evening of the day before yesterday mixing with the subsequent regret and self-blame growing and growing after my yellow hesitancy and pale inactivity letting her finally get off and walk away, casting back small green flames of tearing and devouring winks at me, into a vast misty valley of white buildings. She is a high school teenager. But she is like a big sister to me. I am older. I work in the city. Feel much better now.
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