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Sunday, July 30, 2006


At times like these she wishes she were a bird. A raven that could soar the skies. Pure black, or so it seems, but really full of every colour that exists in the world. Or maybe an eagle. Master of the skies and respected by all who look upon it. So majestic and grand. Or maybe even a seagull. Gliding surely over the glistening water and calling out loud and strong. Collecting around the people on the beach with food and scraps as the waves lap the shore...
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