*Ah-po is how I refer to my grandma
* This was some silly poem I thought of while walking home once from school while it was raining -_- it was really muddy
When I visited my Ah-po's house in Ningbo
And
I saw the silver creeks running through the grey clay ground
And
The fish that twitched...
I really like how the visuals are, with Wyatt rubbing his eyelids and getting blood on them, a dusty barn, boots in the dirt-you've really established your setting. I also like how the characters interact, makes me feel like there is something more going on between them, like they share some...
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