C265 In the Life of a Young Girl
Another two months passed. The last cicada's cry in the summer was heard in the shade of the tree next to the Lotterdall Road. The boatman was setting up a boat in a narrow canal, paddling the surface of the water.
It was already August. By accident, 7496 had already been more than half of the year.
The Lotterdall was currently at the end of summer
