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a mannequin with wings flew past my window gliding softly like a great      soaring           bird and i stopped, listening hoping it would make another pass so i could be sure i was not after all alone
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 4:56 PM UTC
again, but quieter this time
a mannequin with wings flew past my window gliding softly like a great      soaring           bird and i stopped, listening hoping it would make another pass so i could be sure i was not after all alone
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 4:56 PM UTC
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