Friday 8 February 2008 photo 2/2
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the bird and the line on the asphalt. I took a step. I took a deep breath. The white painted line on the ground is shiny from the rain. The asphalt is broken and ugly. I walked a mile. I breathed out for the thounsandth time. The bird is lying on the rainy wet ground. The people is walking by, not a single person stop to check the bird out. I stopped to walk. I stopped to breath. The bird is still there, lying on the shiny ground. Same broken asphalt, with the wet tears from the sky. Rain. And yet, there still is noone who cares about the bird. The asphalt is still broken, 'cause, noone stayed to care for it. The white line on the ground is erased. Do you know why? 'Cause the bird is free. Free from pain and looks. He is now flying in the air. He is now a cloud.
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