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The porcelain bird flew so very high until its neck encountered with the ground. From the windowsill to the edge of night it died alone; with no one else around.
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
Fragile
The porcelain bird flew so very high until its neck encountered with the ground. From the windowsill to the edge of night it died alone; with no one else around.
silverflame
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
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