His whiskey-stained breath poetically reciting his thoughts.
"Everything has a beginning and everything has an end."
A little bird flies and sits momentarily on a branch.
"If that isn't a beautiful omen, then I don't know what is."
The shadow marking the betrayal of the sun disappears on the mountains.
"Now people are waking up to the sun's rays on another side of the world."
A sunset. A goodbye here
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A hello somewhere else.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
His whiskey-stained breath poetically reciting his thoughts.
"Everything has a beginning and everything has an end."
A little bird flies and sits momentarily on a branch.
"If that isn't a beautiful omen, then I don't know what is."
The shadow marking the betrayal of the sun disappears on the mountains.
"Now people are waking up to the sun's rays on another side of the world."
A sunset. A goodbye here
-
A hello somewhere else.
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