let the warm sun beat down steady on my face . felt the warmth radiate into my soul. seemed for a minute that i was in spring, moved forward in time. until i opened my eyes and looked around and saw the bare dustiness of winter. it was nice for a minute.
sometimes i want to cry because there are no birds big enough to carry me while flying in the air. am i the only one that gets upset about that? i might be.
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