As the sun sets in the dawn of winter, birds fly home to their nests. The wind is blowing in beating variations, like taking a deep breath with its chest. The skies grow darker, the birds start to dissipate as they fly across to different states.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
As the sun sets in the dawn of winter, birds fly home to their nests. The wind is blowing in beating variations, like taking a deep breath with its chest. The skies grow darker, the birds start to dissipate as they fly across to different states.
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