SATURDAY · AUGUST 22 · 2026 · №117
TODAY'S DECREE / No. 117 / Mood - ROYALTY
The dust
The evening light turned the dry grass into gold.
I walked through it like a king through a treasury.
Why does the man think he owns the ground I walk on?
Sabin
Why does the man think he owns the ground I walk on?
Sabin · №117