Aozora Bunko, poetry, and more!
On the day of the event, I would like to read a short story about trains from the Aozora Bunko while feeling the train running in front of MagaYura.

Okamoto Fuyu Okamoto Fuyu

I am moving my hand as if I am groping for something I don't know, like the sound of invisible air.
I move my hands as if I am groping for something I don't understand. She dyes cloth, draws pictures with pastels, and has recently started writing and singing songs.