the eyes of sharbat gula

4:51pm. it looked both inviting and intimidating enough to make me hesitate. i had promised myself a bike ride on the day of the summer solstice, but confused the date and failed to make it in the morning. “and now it doesn’t seem a great time for a ride~ plus, where off to?”. initially i had west lake in mind for a 5am ride. 5pm? not so tempting. “well, just get out and pedal away and decide later~”.
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the eyes of sharbat gula