Sometimes the stars design the body of the sky with tattoos. Sometimes the small, large or thick clouds make beautiful collages! With the eyes of an optimist, I see the face of earth in the dark heart of the night sky. A call to the eternity pokes me and reminds me every moment that...I don't have wings. I heard clear sighs...an owl was breathing!
**bad thing to write....ahemm...i knew
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