Looking up, while a song plays, the zig-zags of the birds make tiny Shadows on the blue afternoon sky. I had never seen those shadows, before. Probably did, but never thought of it, unlike today. Maybe it’s this song. Paper planes we drifted off in an era gone by. Only this time they continued the […]
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