I don’t want any rules.
I always find myself staring at birds and wondering why, if they can fly, do they choose to stay in the same place? And then I ask myself the same question.
I always find myself staring at birds and wondering why, if they can fly, do they choose to stay in the same place? And then I ask myself the same question.
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