a lonely winter’s day. clear, then cloudy.
unexpectedly an old friend comes and urges me to fly with him. joyful now, i take up my buka and fly.
thanks, bruce.
a lonely winter’s day. clear, then cloudy.
unexpectedly an old friend comes and urges me to fly with him. joyful now, i take up my buka and fly.
thanks, bruce.
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