Residence: Rue du Temps Perdu, nro. ∞.
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Behind all the noise of traffic congestion, above the drone of thousands of cars and people, there was a blackbird singing its sweet sunset song. Barely audible - and yet, once heard, it filled everything.
Behind all the noise of traffic congestion, above the drone of thousands of cars and people, there was a blackbird singing its sweet sunset song. Barely audible - and yet, once heard, it filled everything.
Act I, scene 1
The entrées are served (on the branches, as desired)
"OK... how long is she going to just stand there...?
Is she expecting a tip, or... what?"
#SparrowsRule
Act I, scene 1
The entrées are served (on the branches, as desired)
"OK... how long is she going to just stand there...?
Is she expecting a tip, or... what?"
#SparrowsRule
Sparrows - and a crow - observing brunch being served.
Sparrows - and a crow - observing brunch being served.
The last goodbye after a long summer.
It was going to last forever. Now, it is ten years later.
The last goodbye after a long summer.
It was going to last forever. Now, it is ten years later.
The eternal ones.
The eternal ones.