the fallen pen had passed away suddenly at the age of thirty…
the bent tip at right angle was too old to have been repaired or replaced…
Day-to-day pics and words by nob… My dear beautiful lovely days passing with pretended nonchalance… Everything is a once-in-a-lifetime chance… The river current never stops flowing, and its water keeps changing… The blowing wind will never be able to come back to the present same place…
What kind of pen is that ?